They say home is not a place, it's a
person.
But
what they fail to realize is that home isn't human, nor is it
tangible.
Rather, it is a part of us. It is every place and every person
and every thing
that we've touched and that has touched us. Buildings crumble
and
people leave but we can always return to our memories. Home is
my
mother's voice. The theme song of my favorite childhood TV
show.
It is the sound my camera makes when I wind the film.
The feeling of my guitar strings against my fingertips. The
smell of coffee. The first rain of every summer. You know
how everyone says that home is where the heart is? Well,
they've got it backwards. My heart is where my home
is.
gunpowder · 1 decade ago
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I was hooked by what you wrote...
Couldn't have said it better. It's crystal clear, beautiful, short and neat.
I read some other stuff of yours, and I do like your style.
Thanks for sharing.
Take care and see ya around, Elena_.