Home

Home to me. It’s A child’s childhood. It can be made of sticks, rocks or mud. It can be 928 floors up, but a home has your heart, and all that you adore. It is a tiny little spot that keeps you warm, and away from all the harm in the wild. Home is a dove. It has all your trust and love, a sweet little dove laughing and giggling when family is around. Crying and sobbing when everyone has left. The dove has to go, destroying someone's heart, the dove has been killed, so did someone’s wisdom and fun. Home is a killer. The killer that saved me from all the stalkers, it’s my favorite hiding spot. Protecting me from all the harms in my world. All the weapons being hidden behind these hurtful humans. Running into each other whenever someone’s following The end of home. The scent of delicious food. Everybody throwing snowballs at each other. Smiling while they eat. Being grateful for anything they got. Playing games, winning and losing. I love home.