My Home

A place where everyone is happy. A place where no one is salty, Where I feel mighty. When I enter into my home, it feels like a carpet rolled out to roam. Everything that is busy is suddenly calm, like I control everything with my palm. A house is just a house. Nothing is important, no one is loved, everything is boring. A house is just walls, roof , floor and it's not the best place to be cared about because in a house there is no love, but compared to a home, it’s filled with it.