Home

What feels like home? The sweet sound of laughter and squeals of excitement? Where you pour your emotions out And are accepted for how you feel? Where you can be yourself knowing you wont have the judging eyes and faces crowding your thoughts, Where you can sit down and silently reconnect with your inner self. Or… A shelter, where the roof blocks out the beaming sun and and the gloom hovers around you. A place to rest meanwhile the emotions clog up at the back of your head and you keep on holding them back. What is home in your eyes?