Where is Home?

Where is home? Is it in the lap of mom or in the streets where as kids we used to roam? Where is home? Is it at the backseat of Dad's bike or with the siblings we used to fight? Where is home? Is it in the the friends we made or in the childhood...

Home to my chaos!

I've been a chaos, Tangled and messy. My thoughts restricting any rebel wanting to untangle, to come close to it. My own little world it was. A little shelter of mine. Protecting me. But he came, flashing his brightest smile. No butterflies. No anxiety. Strange calm, he brought with himself. He kept untangling, bit by...