Home, what does it mean?
Possibly a Sanctuary?
This life is a mysterious trip through the human race, you see.
Your comfort zone, can be incredibly profounding.
So take a gentle look.
Take in your surroundings.
Nostalgic feelings do occur.
The positive familiar energies, begin to stir.
A safe space, person, thing, or escape.
Our mind is a masterpiece, which needs room to grow and shape.
Free of speech, to do as you wish.
Swim in a sea of comfort and glow like a jellyfish.
So, what is home to me?
I believe the freedom to be Happy, is key.
About the Creator
Sydney Osgood
I love mystery, the unknown, supernatural, the paranormal, and all things spooky. I will be sharing other varieties of content as well, about life and creativity as I publish more stories. Come share the experience, and enjoy!
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