My Home And My House Are Two Different Things

My home has looks, tastes, smell, sounds, and feels just like nature. My home smells like a salt ocean from the tears of laughter we share, but my home also smells like the sweet aroma of hope. My house, though, smells unsafe like sleeping in a hotel that might set a blaze at any giving moment. A home is safe. My home is extremely safe. My home is not just a house because a house is a box. My home tastes like homemade paste fresh off the stove, and a house tastes like bold. Bland. Gross. Also my home looks like an old rug on the outside, but on the inside my home looks pretty like a butterfly’s wings. My home feels like standing outside; the trees waving in the wind. But a house feels like a box. Empty. Lonely. Also my home sounds like a concert, loud, fun, funny, hopeful. But other times my home sounds calm like a classroom when school is out. All in all, my home is filled with beauty, laughter, and love. That is why my home is not a house.