i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

forgive me if i'm young,

for speaking out of turn.

today i am thinking of home.

and where exactly that is.

i have no concrete idea of a home,

or where to tether myself to in terms of physical geography.

my life is scattered into chapters that i cannot revisit,

in places that have changed and faded

in houses that have already forgotten me.

identity is not an issue,

for the most part i have loved the way my life has contributed to the way i see the world in turn.

but there are certain days,

where i think nostalgically about home,

and it breaks down,

because there really isn't one to yearn for.

but in moments like these,

i can hear His voice,

telling me that home is where He is,

that there doesn't need to be another.

i hear it.

calling me,

"Come home"