My home

My home feels like the warm foam in my hot chocolate. It's a place where everyone is honest. Even when the days are at its darkest. It feels like my warm pockets. It is very important. It's like a big promise. Some people only have an apartment. But that's their home. Home is something special like a phone or a chrome. It's like a cute garden gnome. It's a place where I can go. It's like a beautiful stone. It is my happy zone. If it was a song it would have a beautiful tone on the trombone. if it was a taste it would be an ice cream cone. If it were a site it would be rome. It's a place where I can be alone. I know it's a lot to talk about but… It's just something I can't live without. There's no doubt. It's a lot to think about. But it's like a cold drink. It's like a nice blue ink. Sometimes I overthink about home. It's like a wink or a blink. It's like a nice pink pillow. It's like the nice blue sky behind the window. It's like winning a game of bingo. It's like following my shadow. There is zero thing to worry about. It's like a shallow ocean. It's like watching the legend of zorro. It's like an overload of happiness.