Home.

Home is everywhere.

Home is when you smell a scent on a random day and in come flushes of memories.

Home is when you see the light peaking through the window shades early in the morning.

Home is when the songs that play on the radio take you back like a time machine.

Home is the feeling you get in your stomach when you get nostalgic.

Home is a feeling.

Home is a place.

Home is your place.

Home is everything.

Home is that place you took for granted as a child.

Home is that center piece at your friends that reminds you of the one your mother got for Christmas that one year.

Home is full of emotions.

Home is the sad, the happy, the mad, the lonely, the crowded, the humiliated, the laughter thoughts.

Home is the warm flame that comes over you when you see a friend over elongated years.

Home is the boiling rage you receive when your lover cheats you.

Home is everyone.

Home is everywhere.

Home is everything.

Home is everyone.