What is Home to Me?

Home is a safe place, a safe place where no one bats an eye. Home is a candle, it’s a small light in the darkness of the days you have. It’s a small meaningful object that slowly melts away. Home is a pair of sunglasses, it’s a new perspective to living and a way to hide yourself if you need it. Home is a handbag, a bundle of things you need and a bundle of things you don’t. Home is an empty tin can, it’s a small place that could hold something much more significant than it. Home is a tidal wave, small at first but makes a big impact eventually. Home is a computer, it’s a complex device that's built on smaller things. Home is a good-ole joke. It may be old but it still always hits every time. Home is a gingerbread man. It’s something sweet with a variety of options. Home is a large bus. A place where people stay in but you don’t realize how often you go. Home is a water balloon. A small object that seems indestructible, until you realize how delicate it is to you. Home is a superpower. It could be good, it could be bad, but you always can make it work. Home is a rubix cube. A puzzle that you hate, but it grows on you eventually. Home is this paragraph, it gets worse and better but you stick around to see the end of it.