The Love of Home

Home is love. A large wheel of it twisted together. When you are home you are happy, you are kind, and you are calm. Home is not a being, home is a thing that makes you feel like you are one. Home is not a time to be mean, home is the place to be kind and be safe. When you are home you are not just one thing floating through the universe. Your family is home, a special place is a home, and you are home. Anywhere that you feel happy is home. The love I feel for things is my home and my being. When I feel like I will fall, home helps me get back up again. It helps me feel better and safer in every way. Home is where your family is, and where you feel like you fit in. Home is love, the pure feeling of it wrapped around you so that you can live your life in every way. When I think of home I think of a being, not a place. A being that helps me around those sharp corners when I feel like I am about to disappear. Wherever you feel safe is home. Wherever you feel like you are happy and sincere. Wherever you feel like there is no place in the world that you could ever be. So whenever you are feeling down just think about that special place that keeps you warm. That special place where you can forget about the stress of life. That special place where you can just be yourself, and only yourself. That special place is called home.