you can’t find it, because you can’t lose it.
you can’t build it, nor buy it.
it’s not a person, some people, or a place.
but it makes anywhere feel familiar, like there’s only one place in the world like it.
it makes you safe
it brings you peace
there, you will feel unending love.
it is the space you carry in your heart
it is a room, a womb, a vessel
empty space. love.
a state of mind
you will always belong there, always have, and always will.
no one can lead you home, or bring you there
there might be signs along the way
but the key is yours
you can misplace it but is never lost, is never destroyed.
it is an opening, not a closing
when the bounds are broken, not when roots tie you down
it gives you wings but keeps you grounded
there is freedom, and belonging
possibility and history