Home?

What is home?

Is it the longing to be back?

The extra breaths you take before you leave for a long trip?

Will it have creaks and aches?

Will it be covered in gold or diamonds?

Will it be a place or person?

For home… home is only what we make it.

Home is the feeling of a hug from your favorite person.

Home is burying man's best friend as part of your plot.

Home is neither good nor bad.

Home is a permanent name for love.

It moves and changes faces or even countries.

But when you feel its embrace you know

You are home.

-KW