Home: My Safe Place to go

Home,the place I go to drag away the snares of a deep saddening blue nagging at me like a thorny wilted rose to be washed away by a bright tidal wave of light, like a mountain of blistering sharp stones corroded by rushing waves of a clear,calm, and blue ocean full of blooming coral of imagination and hope. My house may be loud but that makes it home,the snappy barks of my dogs and the jokes my sibling share among us each and a resting tainted air. My family is not perfect I know but it's something I hold dear close to me you know? My room,My Living room, and my dining hall. The snow that falls on the fences snare and stains on the wooden dusty floors, these are things that make it home and make it my favourite place to be and go, no matter whether it rimes or not, this is my home and I love it lots. A home is like day and night, yin and yang, a breeze lost in flight, a place that is neither good or bad, but a place that's just right and definitely a place you shall always recognize, a beautiful mountain to a seaside beach. Home will always be the best place for me. Thank you mom and dad,pets alike, my sister and brothers for making home a place I love like no other.