Having a house does not give you a home anymore than having a voice makes you a singer. 

One can be homeless in a house that they’ve built and maintain. The walls may shake with the wind and the windows let in a wicked draft.

Paper thin walls which I attempt to reinforce with what I am told is love and truth; fools gold. 

Teaching the blind about rainbows.  

Pleasure is a dream that I have never experienced. One that is all that I seek. 

A home. 

A person to call home. A dog to call home. To call myself home.  

None of these are mine…



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