Home is usually defined as a place where one lives, a physical structure, or where someone was born or lives for a long time.
I started thinking of what home was to me. A place where I really feel safe and secure. Somewhere I find complete comfort and feel like I can really be what I am; lazy, stupid. Where I can cry and scream and laugh with complete sincerity. Where I know I can run to for a strong shelter. Where I can hide my feelings and emotions at when I leave in the morning Where there may be leaks in the ceilings or cracks in the walls, but I learn to cope and move on. Where, really, what I need to survive lies. Where I want to be all the time.
Then, thinking of you, I realized home can be a person.