Home

Home is something mental, somewhere sweet, warm, and gentle. A House is somewhere physical, somewhere cracked, hard, and brittle. Home is like a sentence in our book, One of the fish on the hook. Home does not need a “the” or “A”, It is just “home”, no need for a fancy name. A home can be anything, anywhere, from the greatest mansion to the darkest lair. A house can last for years to years, holding all the excitement and tears. But a home keeps the memories for as long as you remember them, For you treasure them, as if they were a gem. A home holds every tear you cry, each drop a star in the sky. Some are born, whilst others die. There’s no reason to wonder why.