What, is home? Nothing more than a roof over your heads, plus four sturdy walls, to protect you, to shelter you from the storms outside, a safe place you will always have, when you feel burdened?
What, is home? Does anybody know? The meaning of “home” it’s, hard to establish, especially for those of us, who’d never, know ANY stability in our lives, and, we’d searched, endlessly, restlessly, for that sense of safety, that place we can, just go and be!
is it, something like this??? Not my photo…
The meaning of home, is NOT limited to a physical address, for, you CAN’T establish your home, on stable grounds, before you are, stabilized from the inside out. The meaning of home, how hard it’d been, for me, to find that soft place, that place of comfort, to see it get DESTROYED, by someone I once loved, trusted, AND respected (but NO more!!!)? And, do you even KNOW, how hard it was, for me, to overcome that sort of a betrayal, from your closest of K-I-N? Of course N-O-T, you’d DENIED yourselves, your own personal histories, and, as I’d, tried to point the FACTS out to you, you’d. BEATEN me black and blue………
The meaning of home, I don’t have a home, I’m just, here, and, I will NEVER have a home, because I KNOW, that the moment those beams, roofs, shingles, walls get plastered and built up, a HURRICANE’s gonna come down, and DESTROY it all, so, why the FUCK (and your point being???), would I want to, build something up with my heart and soul, and everything I got, JUST to see it, get torn to shreds???
or, more like this??? Not my photo still…
Life, the Obstacle Course 