I felt like vomiting my thoughts on a page and not cleaning it up.
Home goes beyond places.
Home can be people
Home can be actions
I need you to know there is home
Everywhere you go; it
Won't exist without your soul.
For me, home is when I sit
Next to the kitchen window
With a cup of tea in my Naruto mug
And a hip-hop playlist drifting
Out of the speakers of this rundown laptop.
Home is also laying on someone's lap
And letting them play with my hair
(She is called Mathilda)
As I read and slowly
I have always been afraid of the dark.
But darkness has been home to me too.
The only time I have true peace
Is in the middle of the night when everyone is
But the darkness that exists in my brain
Has also been home to me;
Depression has not abandoned me.
A house may be cold and empty
Your brain can be messy and achy
But it is still home.
They say home is where the heart is
So as long as your heart beats
Home shall forever exist.
I wonder now as I stare at the beating cursor
Whether I have created many homes online too
This platform with my thoughts
Is a safe filled with small fragments of me.
A diary which will exist even after I am gone -
A home which no one can ever undo.