Home

The door opens, slowly but surely. You enter your home, being the same as always. But this feeling is here, always and always. Do you know what it’s called? It’s the sensation of home, coming to your soul. Dragging you in like a gravitational pull. What does it do? What do you mean… Home? So, home is just not just a house. It’s a sensation, who you are, and what you call yourself. You'reYou’r Someone else, that’s what makes you different. Your home is who you are. Home is not only who you are. It’s a house, it’s a place, whatever you wanna call it. Maybe a country, anywhere you want it. But it’s home. Home could be your religion, your family. A church, your house, the mat, it could all count. Whatever it is, enjoy it now. Maybe it’s just your heart and body. Maybe it’s a place that describes you. Maybe it’s a sensation, a feeling. Maybe it’s who you call yourself. Maybe it’s your religion, your family. But home is not just a house.