Home is a warm breeze and friendly smiles. Home is family and so much love you can breathe it in. Home is sitting wrapped in the arms of the one man I love. Home is him knowing me faithful. Home is us loving one another again. Home is having my family not torn apart by stupid things. Home is my uncle being a father to my cousin. Home is real, and home is honesty. Home is where I should be. Home isn't some small town in the middle of nowhere, that I've never heard of. Home is love, home is acceptance. Home isn't struggling to find your way or keep your head above the waves for "one more day, one more day.". Home is knowing exactly where you belong.
What is Home?
March 29, 2011