I feel homesick for the home I never really had.

I feel homesick for the home I never really had.

When I was a kid, I left so-called home with naiveness,

When I was adulting, I was forced to leave the home,

By the time I matured, the home had left me long ago.

Since then, I have been sick of the home I have always lived in.

They say when there is a storm, you rush towards your home. 

They say you get a hug that makes you feel warm.

 But I stood there and welcomed the storm with my arms wide open 

and hugged till it felt my warmth. 

I felt like a soldier who fought battles for his homeland, 

and when wounded, every memory of home faded forever. 

I searched my home, every walkable corner, hopeful but exhausted but never gave up.

And I am still searching, visiting every new place and asking for the address, 

which itself was the wrong one. 

Some places discarded me, and many provided shelter, 

I found shelter when I walked into the woods and danced in the rain.

When I climbed a mountain and when someone accompanied me, as I cried in pain.

I found refuge when a random person mentioned me in their stories,

And festivals invited me to stay as I celebrated someone's glory. 

Sometimes in a castle, many times under a tree. 

Staying stray felt no tough. In fact, it was free. 

But my thirst for affinity carried the quest to infinity.

Hopeless with a new hope, I stopped searching and started building to build a home.

 Just laid a plan soon; someday, 

I will make a home or, instead, become a home.

A home with no doors to push you out or keep you locked.

A home that never goes far or gives you a scar. 

I will be your home; stay in Me, stay with me.

-Wishyou

A safe place.