MIscelaneous Poetry Copypaste

[monsterqueers]

Im migrating all my stuff over, so first over is the scrappy poetry

Sometimes home breathes and bleeds
Sometimes home is a person
Or an animal
Or a plant
Sometimes home is many living things
A cacophony of life
Sometimes home is a place with walls and a bed
Or just a place with story and meaning
Sometimes home is a song
Sometimes home is a story
Or an imaginary world
Made with dreams
Sometimes home is just where you sleep
Four walls and a bed
Sometimes home doesn’t exist at all