home isn’t just a structure - brick and water aren’t symbols, they don’t reflect trust or Love.
I can wash - the grease from my hair the dirt from my skin and uncomfortably sleep when my inner monologue is louder than ever, with your songs ringing in my ears, and bad thoughts longing to be heard but it’s love your love that keeps me warm and makes me feel safe, not the white walls or the bread in the cupboard
I consume the fibre Anyway and glare at the walls. home could leave unannounced, brutally I'll get warmth from the radiator now you're gone
find your home and don’t let it go. my mum is my home :) but so are my best friends. find those who support you, love you unconditionally & don’t let you down. but also tell you when you’ve been a ****.