What's home?
Home can be a place and home can be a person
Home may just be a feeling or a reason
The feeling of belonging
Of coming to rest
The feeling of homesickness when you're just too far away from it
And always looking forward to go there again.
Home is whatever you define it
Where hope always remains
Where you feel accepted
Where you can laugh, cry, go wild and settle down
Where you sleep good and nightmares do not matter
Where you could stay all your life
My home is not the house or the city that I live in
Nor the place where I go to school or the people that are in it
My home is driving for hours and hours on the streets looking outside with drifting of thoughts
My home is a campfire on a balmy summer night
My home is my best friend
My home are the people that raised me throughout my life
The small towns where I grew up
My home are purring cats and playful kittens
My home is jumping into books and vanishing for hours
My home are forest walks and festivals
My home is writing and dipping into fictional worlds that I created
My home are the places and people I belong to
The places where I want to stay all the time
Some of these places are now forever gone and lost their meaning
Some I can barely go to anymore
Some I visit once in a while
But this seek to find where I belong never lets me go.
So what is home for you?