What I Think of Home

A Home Is something you can’t see, home is a place where I’m finally free. Home is like soft, sweet melodies, that flows along flourishing memories. Home reminds me of family, sometimes, we have our boundaries. But what matters most is each other, like your mother, father, sis, and brother. Home is like an ocean, Around you are lots of emotions. It doesn't matter if your far or near, Home is place where you’re always here. Home is a warm embrace, soft and sweet just like grace. Home is where you’re loved, where you’re always beloved.