They say home is where the heart is
But maybe it’s more than that…
It's more than lone souls wandering on cold cobblestone tiles
It’s the air in-between us which zips and buzzes like simmering chai spills
It's what froths and foams from our open mouths
It's the compliments and stories
It's the warm hands and close bodies
It's the patience we choose to take with eachother
It's the Emperor, the Empress, our grounded Fathers, our loving Mothers
It's neither me or you alone that gives “home” its many titles
But it's all of us, those who choose to stoke the fires, to enrich our blood soaked vitals
Blood may be thicker than water, but nothing is denser nor richer than the living space shared between friends
For as long as I have live in the presence of community, I am at home in these lost, forgotten lands
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