What if home was never where you lived.
What if home was where you feel the most comfort.
What if you feel the most comfort in the nature.
What if you feelings are like the elements in the nature.
The sun makes you hate.
The water makes you sad.
The flowere make you happy.
But if the come all at once you feel lonely and depressed.
Then you can't call it home anymore.
Because home is where hell lives.
And hell will feel us like home,
Because hell will never accuse us.
In hell are all the damaged people.
And no one will judge you.
