I always thought of home as just one place.
I never thought it could be a feeling.
I never thought I could find that feeling
In the darkness of your gray irises,
Or the silent moments spent by your side.
But you have transformed home into something
Kinetic, something with so much motion.
A feeling of soundness and protection
That flows as constantly as a river,
Rolling wherever you decide to go.
I find peace while walking in your footsteps
And I would follow where they led blindly.
I don't care if that's a bad idea.
I like how naive you make all of my thoughts.
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Poetry"I believe that maturity isn't dependent on age, But rather the severity of the trials the mind and heart have undergone." Growing up comes with so many challenges that can be uncomfortable and confusing. We're all thrown into the ocean and expec...
