You lost your way, you went somewhere you never imagined you could ever go. Somewhere you thought was paradise. Somewhere you felt free. Yourself.
You lost your way, you went to a place where acceptance was given, not begged for. You though you were safe, so you stayed there. Somewhere.
One day, you woke up. Lost. Lonely.
You lost your way, and people are telling you to come back home.
What is home?
Where is home?
Is it with the people who you grew up with?
Or the people you grew into and with over the years?
Who can tell you this is home, or that is home?
When you’re lost, you come back home.
But home is anywhere…
where love is.
where acceptance is.
where sadness and happiness are both overflowing.
where loneliness is inevitable and yet, joy is unquestionable.
where pain and mistakes are building blocks of your tomorrow.
Home is where your heart is.
You may get lost in your own home but it doesn’t mean you are lost.
Being lost is a matter of perception.
Being lost is an idea.
as being home is.