Home

Kitchens filled with love

And fields where imagination runs free

Windows that open up to the world

And doors that lead to security and shelter

Home is made up of these structures

Wings that let you fly

Arms to always catch you

Feet that run to your needs

And when you flutter and stumble, ears to listen patiently

Eyes that tell you they never judge

Home is the body made of these parts

They know what makes you tick

They understand your need to be silent when the world screams for attention

They embrace your quirks and will not trade your eccentricities for common

genes and DNA and blood

Instead, they know that it is laughter, tears, heartbreak and shared joy that bind

Home is the family made up of these people

At the end of the day comfort comes in the realization that wherever you may be now, wherever you may go

Every breathing second

The creeks, rivers and streams of your consciousness gravitate towards the wide open ocean that leads

Home

“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.” - George Augustus Moore

The One That Never Was, Photo Collaboration : Scenes de Rue

- Inner Voice