My heart, my head, and your hand. That’s all I really need.

I can taste the smoke burning in my lungs, I can feel the ash on my fingertips, I can smell the ruins of what I'm leaving behind. But it doesn't really matter, before I left I took my heart. For all the times I need to be reminded life is not all bad. I took my head, to guide my heart, for all the times it falls apart.

And I took your hand because you are all the home I'll ever need.