what is a home
a place
a feeling
a person holding a space where
you can dream freely
where being alone doesn’t feel lonely
where I can rest my head
someone told me it’s okay to wander
to keep the question in the air
am I there?
yet I found
that making a home out of my own skin
filled my hands with warmth
filled my face with the sense that
I have already been
Lukáš Sabol


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