What is a Home?
Is it the walls… the windows… the doors?
Is it the address that you go to everyday… to shelter your mortal being?
Is it the place in which you keep your memories… your precious possessions… your everyday things?
Is it that physical existence that you think you belong to?
Or is it the people that live with you?
Is it a person, or persons?
Is it a loving arm or the noise of laughter?
What is a home and where to find it?
All my life I tried to belong, to find what’s so called home… and only when I thought that I found it, i realized it was just a mirage…it doesn’t exist… and all what i saw and thought it is real is simply a lie, a shadow, a smoke.
My physical existence is acting like a robot… do what i have programmed it to do… chained to reality.
But
My soul.. my vulnerable transparent soul,
My heart.. my aching cracked heart,
My mind.. my exhausted weary mind,
Floating in the void… the cold dark void… with no place to call home… no place to shelter my being… no place to peacefully exist.
I am homeless within the walls of a place I once called home.
I am homeless in the arms of someone I once called love.
I am homeless when the all mighty took my mother away.
I am homeless when I allowed myself to exchange who I am with who I am not.
I am homeless when I accepted what I shouldn’t accept.
I am homeless when i packed all my worlds and words in a small box… and threw it in a dark place inside my mind.
I am homeless and i feel it more and more everyday.
No place to call home my friend.
No place to call home.
