Where is home?

Home is the laughter of your voice. The moments we stand outside and joke around.

Where I can safely lay my head on your chest and feel your hands run through my hair.

It’s a nostalgic feeling.

A place where you hold my hand and give me random kisses to show your appreciation.

Home is where you and I build from one another and I feel safe within you.

This is a part of home yet, I seem to have lost the keys….


About travelingeyes

As I explore what this world has to offer me I share every moment with good friends and family. With a heart as big as the world I help many and love with all my being. Laughing is my drug, I get my fix from my amazing, hilarious and loving family. "Woodstock" is my nickname! Peace and Love.... Optimistic and laid back.... I picture life as a road map and make every moment in life memorable.... Crazy, Funny, Spontaneous, and Cute! View all posts by travelingeyes

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