home

(/hōm/) noun: the place where one lives; the place where something naturally lives or is located; one’s place of residence; a place of origin.

as i was violently eradicated and misplaced from any shred of normalcy and familiarity, i grappled with the ugly head of loneliness and solitude. what did it even mean to be “home” when the place where i was living was tumultuous, isolating, and unsafe? with desperation to not sink beneath the heavy weight of my mind, i began to force myself to see where and how i fit into the world, my environment, and the delusional ecosystem surrounding myself and my family. with a giant swing of a hammer, i shattered the glass bubble we were residing and pretending to find solace in. home is about the journey inwards to create a sanctuary out of solitude in a tumultuous world. it follows my trek as if stranded alone in the sahara with no resources or map. a mirage of civilization and rescue on the horizon. as i continue to push forward through the desolate wasteland of my mind, the apparition of safety and hope starts to become more tangible. the harder i push and fight to reach my destination, the more i can feel it coming to life beneath my feet. the delusion becomes my reality. a sanctuary of solace and love that had seemed so vague and unattainable is now mine, and it is resides inside of me. mine for the keeping. home is within my body and soul.