I couldn’t name my home for you
I could not label what my “home” is with materialistic descriptions
Or get you to see the world through my eyes
For it has no definition
Emotions are greater than descriptions because we can all relate
So for lack of any words, emotions will be my choice of date
Where strangers become friends through a smile in the market
And neighbors send waves while walking in the park it seems to me
-that who I am has always been here and who I was, wasn’t home
To simplify, I’ll say thank you
And welcome to my humble abode.
Olivia, age 16