My Stone House

There was a house built out of stone. Floors walls and windowsills. Tabel and chairs covered with the dust. This is a place that I call home, This is a place that I don't feel alone. I made it home not a house. In a house I don't feel myself, in my home I feel me. In a house I feel small, in my home i feel big noticed special. When i walk inside a house a silence fills the air and it's all cold like I'm all alone, in my home when i come back i hear the voices of the people I love, and it feels nice and warm. When i leave a house i don't miss anyone or anything. But when i leave my home my blood chills. because i miss everyone and all the places that i grow up in. when i leave home i miss my pet' my sisters. When i enter my room in a house it feels dark, And not me at all. When i walk inside my bedroom in my home it feels me, bold and not dark at all. To me home is where all life starts were your journey starts. This is home to me forever.