home

“Home sweet home” means something very different to me, When I close my eyes, there’s not just one home that I see. The floor is never the same for long, aren’t floors supposed to be stable? The walls are all the colors of the rainbow, and it makes me dizzy. The ceiling is a quilt of all the ceilings I’ve lived under before. The window doesn’t lead out to one specific place, and neither does the door. The furniture is everywhere, but sometimes, nowhere, and I can never remember when its which. And here I am, not too different from this home, A jumble of everything I’ve heard and seen, I don’t understand it, the space inbetween, Please tell me that it gets better, though I know it just gets worse.. “Home sweet home” means something very different to me, When I close my eyes, there’s not just one home that I see.