You know
it is a home
when you didn't have much sleep
yet,
you feel
well-rested.

Or
At times
hiding under your blankets' comfort
where you feel safe
against thunders
and monsters
under your bed
or
inside your head


Sometimes,
a home isn't closed
to
hollows, woods, and bricks.
But,
an open arms
giving warm hugs
for
your
cold feet.

It can be looking
into
one's eyes
emotionally bewitching
falling
into a meadow
of soft melody and tempo
and
you caught yourself
dancing
without music
in
romantic silence of
slow mo.

As the sun sets
and the moon rises,
At the end
of a tiring day
and long walks,
you just
wanna
come home.


Finally,
I'm
home.