home is
sitting in my truck at 2:30 in the morning, smoking pot and talking endlessly about nothing.
home is
laying in your bed and heavily sleeping at 4 am.
home is
playing on a playground and smoking cigarettes at 3 in the morning.
home is
sitting in your truck at 1 am and looking up at the stars.
home is
listening to jazz at midnight. even though I really hate jazz.
for me,
home,
is not a place.
home,
is you.