A Home...

If I have learned one true and real thing in these past six or seven months, it's that a house... is not a home.
A house can't fill the void in your soul. A house cannot make you feel secure. A house cannot comfort you.
A house is just an object.
It's the love and the togetherness and the happiness that make a house a home.
A home can't survive without these things.
It swiftly fades and tears apart.
It grays and ages.
It fills with dust.
With shades that never open.
And a piano that's never played.
A couch that's never filled.
A table that's never eaten at.
With closed doors.
And loud escapes.
With seperate domains and kindoms of our own.
With divided lives.
Divided hearts.
The craving and want.
The hopeless plans.
Cut off.
Seperate.
Quiet.
The footsteps that feel worlds apart.
Avoidance.
Silence.

A house is not a home. Trust me... I would know.