I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.

I’ve lived
my entire life
believing that
Home is building
A place where you
get creative with all
your  fancy decorations
your fancy candle chandelier lightings
A place where I can cook
all my fancy gourmet meals
While watching my big fancy television
A place with my fancy four car garages
where I can park my fancy toys
Enter , live  and lock my fancy twelve foot doors
As I spent all my fancy earnings
Then with a snap of my fingers
one morning I got wised up
I realized I was wrong the entire time
Those fancy things aren’t what
truly makes a home at all
I was wrong
I was broke wrong
Home is the space in between
your heart
Home is wherever I’m with you
Home is wherever love
resides , memories are created
like Instagram photos filling up your heart
And where laughter never ends.

Riding through
A hallway
Lying in the bed

A Journey
Out of the body
Beyond the border
Beyond this space and time
Somewhere
In the unknown
With glory and honor

Permission asked,
Can I close my eyes?

All I can say is
Thanks
Good night
To the light