There is a place I called home
and sometimes it feels like a quite little corner of the
world
It is where I live and breathe
and scrawl my feelings on
pages
It is where I cry and let down my walls
on the days I’ve
come up empty
and all I do is fall
This corner, filled with comfort and the ones I love
Filled with friendship and ideas always churning
a fire
always burning
Each time I venture from this place to board planes
and take
roads I never dreamed possible
All I have to do is close my eyes
and think how safe I feel when I’m here
The light is always on
The kettle always warm
A dog always
asleep at my feet
This corner of the world where I never feel alone
It is my home
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