What is home?
What is contentment?
Is there one thing,
one place
one being
that will pull of the soul of my hopelessness?
An agonizing search
for a myth.
For a feeling of consumption.
For an avalanche of tenderness.
To finally soften this concrete,
hardened shell.
To feel.
To inhale and and exhale certainty.
Is it an overwhelming lack of doubt,
of fear?
Perhaps a climate to flood my soul;
to satisfy my hunger.
A conviction to belong,
to stay.
What is home?
This intangible sanctuary,
I am lost without it.

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