Home

Home can be anywhere, with anybody, or mean anything. But really I think home can be anywhere where you feel loved and safe. Home is my base, my favourite place to feel safe. Home is a place where it can’t be replaced, And it’s to embrace. Home is a bunch of feelings in a ball, all between walls. Home is where all my worries float away and I dream and it seems unreal. Home can be big or small and with all. Home is more beautiful than Rome, home is as sweet as a scone. Home is to grow, home is to find new things to know. Home is to learn, to throw and go with the flow. Home is to live, home is to laugh, home is to love, home is to believe, Home is to be at your best and your worst. Home is to feel. A Home is different from a house. A home is like soil, it gives us the nutrients to grow. Home has walls that never fall, home has walls that could tell stories without words. When I am home and I see the pictures on the wall I start thinking about it all. Not just the pictures but the pencil marks on the wall, This is what home means to me.