Home is an everything
True love and comfort
True safety
True softness and kindness
True darkness
Home is looking out the dirty glass window
Seeing the trees flow in the soft breeze
It is the leftover food on the table waiting for you
It is hearing the wooden screen door slam on the door frame
Watching the fresh bed linens on the clothesline swaying
Drinking a cool glass of tea on the front porch watching time fly by
Time is important to home as there is never enough of both
Taking in both into your heart and soul to ease the body and mind
Without a home one loses themselves into a dark abyss
Lost amongst many others
Searching to climb out of the depths of nothingness
Nothingness is an everything and is a home to countless
Getting lost in Nothingness is comfortable
False hopes
False dreams
False since of being
False reality
These are the things that make Home hard to grasp
To grasp at each step up out of that abyss into the unknowing safely
Searching for that daylight, the beacon of the true sense of Home
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