Home is where I can’t be

Where’s home? Home to some people could be their sanctuary, their safe place. Home is where you can go and take your mask off; not the one protecting you from Covid, but the one protecting you from the world. To some people home is the road, where the scenery and the people you meet warms you enough to feel at home, at one with nature. To other's, maybe it’s their kids, their families, their house. Where a home without them is no home & every time you are with them, you feel complete. I just can’t relate. Home to me is where I can’t be. Home to me is where I go in my dreams. This world could never house my home because it was never my place to be. My home is what we can’t see, only feel because we are separated through a veil. Home is that place we read about but don’t believe in. Home is what I crave, but can’t be enjoyed because I’m sick. Home is where my soul resides because my heart only pumps to keep me away from home. Home is where I’ll go, when I finally wake up. Home to me means everything because it is everything I’ve been working towards. Home is my peace of mind, when I know my consciousness continues after death and that is when I’ll be reunited with my home. So home to me is where I can’t go, I can only visit in my dreams. Home to me, means finally waking up.