Home
Home to me is a place where I am accepted, loved, and known just as I am. Home feels welcoming, and doesn't expect anything from me except myself. A home isn't a house, it is people that gather together to love and support each other. A home feels right, and I fit right into it. A home feels like a protector from harm. A home is an idea, a hope, that people can live in peace. My home isn't always with my family, but my home is family. Home is where I go to cry and not feel judged, or expected to put on a mask. Home is where I know I will always find support. Home is where I can be myself, always.
Another random bit.
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A Collection of Poems and Dreams
PoetryWhat is a myth? Where do dreams go when we wake up? My random phases of deciding to try poetry and/or prose, gathered together in this book. Amazing cover art credit to my friend @graceful1299 who is amazing.
