WHERE IS HOME?
In a bus, an old woman so sweet,Offered a seat, made my heart complete.Home is where affection takes a seat,A gesture so warm, a moment so neat.
Dear home
There is a constant flow of warmth within my home, where emotions sculpt semicircular curves on my face, often coaxing tears to roll down my cheeks. The ethereal warmth of my mother’s hand, the sage guidance bestowed by my father in every facet of my life, and the delightful skirmishes with my brother collectively…
“And in the streets you run a-freeLike it’s only you and meGeez, you’re something to see.
Home is a dynamic entity, embodying both familial fortitude and personal…
Looking in the mirror, he sees a white-bearded man with a face lined with multiple wrinkles, a bald head, and toothless gums. He has…
You cry over love lost; love that was never yours to begin with. It was neither here nor there; it never existed — at least…
“A thousand words won’t bring you back;
I know because I’ve tried.
Neither will a thousand tears;
I know because I’ve cried.”
-Kily Dunbar
If you tell methis thing called loveis merely a burstof oxytocinor dopamine,this feelingthese goosebumpsthese…