Home

The place one calls "home" is not defined by cobblestone, cement nor brick.

It is indefinable, without barriers and boundaries.

"Home" is not where one was raised, nor where one's family resides.

The truest feeling of belonging is not limited to a specific structure, state nor country. Instead, it is in another; a traveling body of understanding, obsession, truth, fear and heartache.

Belonging: The sense that all is as it should be; not much is out of place, and all that is, can be rearranged. One is understood without any need for explanation or excuse.

Understanding; Is not mere acceptance, instead it is a fulfilled necessity to, if need be, agree to disagree with the morals and values of another -- even if the hermeneutics of the two individuals differ -- feeling, nonetheless, compassion and empathy for the other's beliefs; quite possibly to the point that one might feel converted.

Obsession: The insatiable need to feel connected to that other person, hoping the sensation is mutual; when it is, one of the two shall always attempt to demonstrate more self/emotional control -- as is necessary. This, however, does not, in the least, speak for the intensity of their emotion, not much can do so in that arena.

Truth: The ability to share all things with another, without fear of neither judgment nor consequence. Feeling safety in revealing every and all details of one's being with another with the aforementioned as the premise.

Fear: The crippling knowledge that the person that embodies "home" to you will be lost as a rule of life, as unforgiving and finite as it is.

Finally….

Heartache: An inevitability; recognizing the presence of a void which has replaced that person. Something so prominent that the emptiness seems to occupy the space with such aggression that the lack of that person might even be more powerful than their presence.

Some describe this phenomenon as the escape from being a "nobody" to becoming a "somebody." As in, coming to an actualization of who one is, realizing one's place in this world and existing as that person.

Whatever it may be, all that remains, to love is to lose. To feel comfort is to soon feel pain.

Ultimately, there is no gain without a loss of equal or greater value; no comfort without illness; no love without its price.