Home is a place where love lies and family resides.

Home is not a place where

buildings are constructed.

It is a place where flowers do not always

bloom and sun always shine.

home could be in a dusty old factory

or in a motorized vehicle. Home is not defined

by the wood, cement, brick and mortar that are concocted together.

Home is where your heart beats everyday for.

Home is what you leave work early to go to.

Home is not a place, home is a concept

that is only defined by what the person makes it.

No matter how glamourous, exquisite, divine, or grotesque, monstrous and vile

it appears to the articulation of the human eye,

home is always where your heart and soul yearns to be.