Find Me Home

I grew up aware of how significant a family is in one's life, how supportive, how loving, caring and bonded a family is. I grew up mind-planted with the concept of family must always come first.

Family comes first, sharing happiness and family come first, sharing grief. I grew up fed with the concept that family is the shelter, escape, medicine, company. That family is the full house.

However, what if I felt homeless where it's supposed to be home? What if i lost the key or the way back home? What if the gap has grown way too far to be compensated and way too complicated for me to make up for? If allies became enemies, debates are dropped out for only demands to be declared.

“Brush your teeth, study your sheets, and it's too late go to sleep. No, no, no, we don't do that here."

What if liberty turns out to be the only prison you wanna free yourself out of? Your role-models of a happy ever after life become the example you avoid reaching out? And shattered bricks are all what's left of a full house?

It's not the genetics or whatsoever that create a full family home. It's not about sharing the same beliefs, manners and lifestyles that fills out the hollow gaps, but the feelings between souls, and accepting whatever is out one's other comfort zone. That's why "family" doesn't mostly refer to the actual family members tho, but it's where one finds their literal soul-home.