I found a home in rough arms and delicate touches. In the smell of cologne and bright roses. I found a home in wide shoulders and tiny hands both my asylum keeping me safe during the darkest nights. In sharp stubbles and blood red lips marking my skin as if it was a canvas painting it in the best work of art the world has ever seen. I found a home in the long locks of an awesome boy in the short curls of a beautiful girl tangled between my fingers as we intertwine our souls. I found a home in the intergalactic being of a lost soul who heard the call of my empty one and decided to make it its own in the purest, most natural love that has ever been.