home.

lemonade.
chairs you can't sit in.
the mess in the laundry room.
mom yelling down the stairs because we're moving too slowly.
it's 7am.
the smell of burnt toast and egg creeps into the living room,
and those annoying black birds sit outside my window.
i am so used to all this.
i am so in love with all of this.
the space i grew up in.
the space i changed in.

home.

i've always thought of home as a place; a building.
i've always thought of home as bound by walls and fences.
i remember the first time i felt comfort in your arms.
the same comfort i feel when im in my room.
and for one that moment
you felt like that one place i really love.
home.

now that i am older.
and i'd like to think wiser;
i understand what "home is where the heart is" means.
and darling my home is you.

- k.e.