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 person to call home. A dog to call home. To call myself home.
None of these are mine…