Sanctuary within the house. The feeling that you are safe. Knowledge of the space. That's my definition of a home. Notice the lack of material objects, although at first we think life is nothing without them. Sentimental values placed within them is still in the mind although the object no longer survives. The ablility to let go yet not forget is remarkable.
The people of friends, family and loved ones may come and go but we have the inner ability to survive and continue.
Life goes on, we travel through watching the set backs as they happen. We are strong and cope remarkably well against times of joy and sorrow, loss and gain.
The gift of life and the will to try is all that we ask and give.
Emotions are strong; pain is real.
Time to question; Safe in life?
We are safe to breathe alone in darkness but not to breathe and be in constant light?
No. We would break and snap.
The human: A fragile being tamed yet wild. Caged yet free.
Fallen-angel
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