home is where you make all your mistakes.

home is where you hide all your guilt.

home is where you blame every thing upon the soul whose shoulders bow under the weight of it.


where, to some, home is kind, to others it is unforgiving. and, as it is to others, laden with memories that most could forget, it is to some where they never want to set foot again.


home is also where you seek comfort

home is also where you ask forgiveness

home is also where you know not to do things and break all pretense to do the things you know not to do.


home is where you hide

and home is where you keep

the secrets of forbidden things.

home is where you rest

and home is where you weep.