HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

I find them everywhere, stations, parks and sometimes just sitting on street corners. They are the lost souls, the ones that have stumbled from the real world into a void that is mostly of their own making.

After I buy them coffee and a sandwich I ask them if they need a room for the night, somewhere to wash up and indulge in a few comforts.

Because you know that home is where the heart is right? And their hearts look mighty fine on the shelf in my home.