I lay my scalp to rest.
The cushions below it comforting my thoughts and caressing my dreams.
The mattress allowing my guardians and demons to sweep away the dust between my ribs
the webs under my skin.
Home, is where my spirit sleeps.
Where my thoughts become a whimsical fantasy
Where my reality is engulfed within the galaxies
Home, is a place that I cannot see.
A foreign land that feels like my great grandmother's hugs and my mother's cries.
The sphere where my screams match the symphonies that echo through the thick breath of the unknown.
A place where my tears match the rumbles of Kwamata's abode.
A realm where I touch God,
where he kisses my cheeks and reorganises my destiny
through every snooze
every snore.
Home, is where I humbly die and rise.
Home, is where my colourful insides fly.
Home, is the sanctuary between my eyes.
