If I were to describe my heart it would be a car journeying to some far away cabin where I'll find peace.
Every once and a while my heart picks up a vagabond or two on the side of the road. Some stay for a short amount of time- others stay for a really long time. Each one is always different from the last. From the baggage they carry on their shoulders to the mere clothes on their back. They all eventually ask me to pull over, but I remember every single one of them- because when they steal away on their own journey's there's always an empty seat and they've either taken or left something in the car.