We walk alone.
We wander
with every intention of finding home.
Home is
not a place.
It\'s a thought to be obtained.
Walk home.
Where is home?
What is home if you\'re alone?
Home is fleeting.
We find it in passing moments of contentment.
Home is the comfort of seeing a longtime friend.
It\'s each unrestrained laugh that passes between them.
It\'s each present thought that doesn\'t worry about the future.
If we\'re alone, are we home?
Not likely.
If we\'re home, are we alone?
Not for long.
Being alone is fleeting.