What would you do when your home is not a beautiful villa, picket fence, a lovely garden and everything that makes 4 walls a home?
What if your home is someone, a person who makes you feel like you belong, belong right there no matter where it is and how it is.
And when you know that anything you ever do and anywhere you ever be, you will miss home. It will feel like a hole in your heart forever, like a weight on your soul, a knowledge that you don't belong. Even if it is in the beautiful villa with a picket fence.
And that is when you heart will feel so fucking bad that it threaten to tear from inside out....and a scream of anguish pushes against your throat waiting to come out......
sorrow so deep and black knowing that you will never be home. And it's the picket fence that will be your cage...forever.
