Home, Built Like a System

Even when given the experience of home, there hasn't been one specific word that defines it. For all I know, it could be following me around. A sense of forever going love. A foundation at the bottom and the memories that grow above. A home, what could it be? Something you can rely on, something that lends a helping hand whenever you need one, a place where you can spill the bottled up feelings that were trapped below, where the warmth of the memories that you've made in this place, they're so tiny yet so valuable. But home isn't an object of such, or just a static; it feels more dynamic to me, just like a working system or machine. The metal plates of a machine are just like the walls of a home. It defends you from the outer area, whereas it feels like the flames crackling out the windows. In addition to a house, each room has its own personality in my place of mind; these make me a confident person. Sort of like how I’m not alone when I really am. Even when the outside world has numerous people , the sound of cars rushing past me. The outside world is so big and filled with people yet to me it feels so solitary. But home, metal plates are there to maintain the blithe memories of me and the people I adore from the petrifying things, all happening outside. The gears of a machine are like the people in a family. They're all attached and fit perfectly with one another. However, some gears gradually turn all slow and stiffly; a couple of them collapse when just a single gear is scarred, gone, neglected, or has been neglected as a member of a family. The gears of an affectionate and a family turn slowly but steady. They don't fall apart when they require them most. The Electricity in a machine feels like the actions occurring in a home. It could be anything, the blithe memories as I said before, such as dinner time arguments, board game nights, family convos, all these things are like the electricity passing by in a machine. These types of things that happen in a home, good or bad, shouldn’t be taken for granted. They should be treasured. My home is in multiple places, it sometimes follows me around. A home is not much considered as a house for me. But I know when I feel like I’m home, I will feel embraced and welcomed. As other homes should feel like.