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A whisper,
A sentiment,
That which can not be seen,
Whom can not be heard,
Something that cannot be obtained,
Yet is possessed by all,
That which no one can see,
but all play witness,
The eternal drama,
That has yet to exist,
A library of information,
A confined place with the ability to expand,
That which defines everything and nothing,
The final battle that can be replayed over and over,
Where reality and imagination collide,
Where dreams are born,
A place that dose not suffer limitations,
A sanctuary that none may intrude,
An incubator for fledgling ideas,
The place all sorrow is born,
A nightmare where evil hides in shadows,
That which gave form to all malicious acts,
And a place where you may run from them,
Wherever and Whenever,
Dose not matter the time or the place,
“Home is where the Heart is.”,
And my heart lies within myself.