Home is where you dream. Where your ideas come to life. A rhythm of thoughts making themselves known, untangled.
Home is the lair of your darkest despair. Of the remnants of four brains after years of thinking. It is the pits. Silence speaks the loudest they say. It wraps, it consumes, it conquers.
Home is the feeling of triumph. You succeed outside and then you’re home. Housed with the goodness and the graciousness of the generous.
Thoughts wander, they grow, they twist and they learn. Home reshapes itself into something true.
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