Friday, August 23, 2013


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

“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

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