Home

I sometimes sit and wonder what it would be like to live all over everywhere, But turns out I live in more than one world. I have the forest which answers only to me, the pit of sand, but to me ‘tis more like deserts, those books and movies that make me feel at home, even when i’m not, my ocean that will call me home to rest when my time comes. The little places that are really not there to anyone but me: the mountains and kingdoms, villages and plains, valleys, seas and stars. Truth is, I have many a home. And others may choose one, or two, or eight, or a hundred worlds in which to call home.