Homebound

Out of the myriad of things in life, home will always be a vital part of life.

Home is where we all go to grow, sleep, change, and recharge.

Home is the feeling of a warm campfire under the trees, under the night sky, under the stars with great friends and families.

Home is soft blankets, surrounding you like a warm hug from someone you love, comforting

Home is where out of all the daunting change that happens, your messy bed will always be messy,

Where your clothes will always be and where you are in control of the change in your room.

Home is where the dirty and clean clothes on your bed and floor

Remind you of the dreaded chores, the responsibilities of life that all people are conditioned with.

Home is soothing moonlight streaming through your window as you stay up late

Doing tedious homework that makes you want to pull out your hair.

Home is hours upon hours of Netflix rom-coms, movies, sitcoms, action T.V. shows, crying to break up scenes,

Investing in characters that only exist in a fictional world and imagination.

Home is dreaming of the future, new friends, new relationships, new experiences, new emotions, new loves, new interests, and new goals.

Working to make the future of hope, peace, and joy possible, and better for the inheritors of our world.

Home is where the sounds of the pitter patter of the rain on the roof instill a calmness, a feeling of protection,

Where the storms of our world are only the sounds of our past that will remind us to move forward with hope.

Home is the insecurities we hide that torment us fester and brew inside us, tearing us down,

That causes tears to roll down our face like a summer drizzle that leaves a smell of wet asphalt and concrete.

Home is where the secrets of who we like, the crushes we have, the way we love, the identity of us,

The things we do not want other people to know, things we hide intentionally.

Home is where we infuse our love and inspirations into the things we do,

Honing our skill to hopefully turn our inspirations into our realities.

Home is where we cry, let the feelings of pain and doubt wash over us like the ocean’s waves,

Where being alone to cry is needed, to purge feelings that have built up.

Home is where the heart is made, where it is tested, hardened, made stronger, cracked and put back together. Home is where the heart is soothed, intimidated, challenged, and changed.

Home is where the love of life grows and changes.