once a friend asked
what is your home like?
and then i thought
what is it like?

it is where i loved
where i lived
all the things i keep
tis where i find more peace
and more chaos

it is who i love
who i lived with
all the people i adore
tis where i find more admiration
and more chaos

it is why i love
why i live
all the places i have been to
tis why i find more wonder
and more chaos

it is when i love
when i want to live
all the dates i died
tis why i find more serenity
and more chaos

but what was my home like?
was it ever happy,
and did it ever contain love?
or was it just chaos all in all?