Your home ?

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If you call me your home,

I believe,

You mean, a place where you feel you truly belong,

somewhere, 

you miss even before the time you leave.

 

Home is not about letting go,

it's not about dismantling your foundation

over some unattested decorations you need over time

it's about creating timeless eternal memories inside the frontier of its broken walls,

which shield and immensely love, 

every versions and essence of your soul

through its unparalleled pieces, 

shredded on its own.


 

But,

At the same time,

home is not about restraining back

it's not about holding you tight, suffocating your breath

to not let you stumble through my grip

when all you want is sprint , run and fly 

as much as you can 

to find a new home for yourself 

without an ounce of grief and despair.

 

So,

Someday, if you feel like alluding me your home,

I hope you precisely mean it.

Because a home,

Isn’t it everything that I want to be yours?

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