guess a house was what i grew up in.

all those white walls and deep breaths,

gloom was constant and clandestine

steady second guessin

cuz you never knew what was next.

silent movies behind windows

and tear blotched texts

so home was what i found

sown, nurtured, and grown.

my solitude is my protection

my fortress and freedom

by far the best thing i’ve ever owned

(besides my cat)