It doesn’t matter where I am
Whether there’s a fire crackling keeping me warm under the divine stars
It doesn’t matter what I have
Whether it’s a new couch to cuddle up on with some steamy green tea on a gloomy day watching the dew drop the oak tree outside
It doesn’t matter how I feel
Whether I am happy frolicking along the ocean, sand in my toes, and the waves chasing me on a bright lushes day with crisp wind blowing the sea salt into my aura
It matters if you are there with me
Home is whenever I’m with you
When my heart flutters into a slow beat of serenity
When I can’t stop grinning so wide it hurts
When I can put my hand on your cheek and rub my thumb against your scruff at any moment in time
Is when I am home
About the Creator
Alma
Writing to make you think deeply, question the multiverse and dive into connecting with yourself more through sharing my stories and fiction ones that hey, oddly reflect my own experiences too. Writing has opened me up to a new world!
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