The house song...

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I hope one day you find your home.
And not in that tacky way where your person is your home, or the nostalgic way that your childhood has a home.
I want you to find your home. Your peace. Your place in this world.
I want it to be tangible and physical and all the things you need.
I don't want it to be in someone else, because you deserve a home for yourself.
Outside of everyone else.
For when you need to rest weary tired bones.
For when you want to hide from the cruelties of this world.
I want you to find a place that makes you warm even In the coldest of winters.
A place that feels like sunshine even in your heaviest rains.
I want you to find the place that make you smile so much your teeth hurt and no one can recognise you, because you just melt into the earth and radiate from the heart of that place.
I want you to find a place that brings you the closure you never got from any person coming in and out in the revolving door of life.
Because you deserve a space to heal. To hope. To be happy.
I hope that place is somewhere grand.
I hope you have to travel far and wide to find it.
So you fight to keep it when you do.
I hope finding this place is the thing that keeps you around when you don't want to do it any longer.
I hope that this place is within you.
That it is
You.
Because you deserve to find your home.
So when you want to fly in,
You have a soft spot to land.
So when you want to come in,
You know that it's yours.

I hope you find your place to call home because
There's no place like it.....Or so I'm told

C.G.

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