Home

I was writing a letter, and in it I wrote. I can’t wait to go home. Home, mmh? Not my house, no that is not home. Not the town I live in that isn’t home either.

What is home?

Home is peaceful

Home is love

Home is warmth

Home is silent

Home is where I haven’t placed my 2 feet yet

Home is far away

Home is not in this planet

Every day I say I want to go home and yet I don’t know where it is, or when I will reach it.

Is it heaven?

Does it even exist?

One day I know, I will really just want to go home, and stay there

Where ever home is, I will find it one day. And I will be at peace, in love, in warmth, in my home!

Where is your home?