home is a feeling

for a long while, i was searching for home in places outside of myself. trying to find the perfect space, the perfect place, the space that would compliment all the desires i had in my heart for what home should feel and look like.

yet in that process, i lost sight of what i was truly looking for. i was yearning to find home in my body, i was yearning for me.

spring arrived, reminding me that home is not a place, home is a feeling.

i swam in my tears at the realisation of what had bloomed. home is not outside of myself, home is me. and i will cut ties with anything that ever tries to tamper with the the peace i have created here.