There is always warmth in the house I call home.
If you look close enough, there are children running around, wide-eyed, and free.
If you look close enough, there’s a glimpse of a boy idolizing his family, sitting in a tree.
Someday, I’ll create my own warmth and call it home…
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC
There is always warmth in the house I call home.
If you look close enough, there are children running around, wide-eyed, and free.
If you look close enough, there’s a glimpse of a boy idolizing his family, sitting in a tree.
Someday, I’ll create my own warmth and call it home…
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