Heartful at the beginning, empty in the end…

To me, Home means more than a Building. It's a place where my memories are placed, Love and joyness everywhere. Where Comfort and warmth are always found. A place where my personality stays, and judgement leaves, a door to happiness and freedom opens. Scent of laughter and love like an explosion. Imagine, Having a roof over my head with people that love you anxious every single day, Scared incase on one single day, Scared something happens to any of us. Home is about making Friendship with the individuals around, Like a strong chain with your trusted connections. Where I don't have to hide or lie, A place where I feel normal to cry, Where someone can comfort me through these times, Someone that could make me all fine. Where I learn from my valids and invalids, Home is a place where I learn from my errors, Where no one is there to judge the real me. I want you to imagine one more thing, Your Parent / guardian thinks you're old enough to leave, you start by driving to your first house to see it one more time, But instead you start seeing memories, Watching as they come and come, A place where you grew in, soon fading into the sky, as you watch, tears in your eyes start to appear, a safe place you grew in , a place that you called home.