Home
Home is s place where the heart belongs. Though, these days one makes it seem this way, home isn't a place where the physical being is permitted to stay. Where a heart belongs is a place so sacred to oneself, that no one, or nothing, could possibly hope to destroy. What may be home to one, may be hell to another because that absolute state in which the heart--wilted or not-- is preserved, depends on who is balancing every fragile thread in one's heart. This sanctuary so great, and so single, that only those permitted within that one heart, are blessed by the soul, and cleansed with the deepest, and utmost affection. Home is everything in your heart and mind that some together; and whether this "home" may be an actual place or just a space in another's heart, I will reach it, at any cost.
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