World is such a unfair place that I don't even know where home is.
Is home a place where there is love and happiness ?
Is home a person whom I can hope would love and care for me so much that it would hurt to love more ?
Is home a feeling that after all the adventure of life that I can still rest as if there is no tomorrow ?
Where is home? Who is home?
Or am I?
Am I searching for a non-existent place?
A place that only lives in dreams,
Too good to be true, too beautiful to see, rare to feel. . .
Far from man's ability and imagination.
Is home even real?
~home
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Pandora's Jar
PoetryWhen Pandora opened a jar left in her care containing sickness, death, and many other unspecified evils, which were then released into the world When the jar closed, it was already too late, and hope remained within it waiting to be released. ©Alic...
