I never understood what people meant when they said that someone else's arms were their home, until I was sitting in my own house and felt completely homeless because you weren't here and you were never coming back.
don't forget to remind them that you have lightening running through your bones and that you're not easily shaken like the thunderstorms in your mind. tell them that while you may be four parts of a disaster your house was built to stand lungs not ready to collapse and your heart was made to love despite all the Hurricanes raging inside of you.
I heard a man putting ladders up outside Probably to clean the gutters He suddenly appeared at my window "Hello" he said "I'm Father Christmas I'm just practising"
A True Story ...... This actually happened one day at my window. I thought it was funny.