**home... is where the heart is?**

I've been thinking about recently. about what exactly makes a home a home. it started from a scene in Garden State, which is currently my new favourite movie.... and i guess the topic hasn't really ended yet i suppose. i have un-answered questions. ones that really need answering and kinda soon

Scene that got me thinking :

Andrew Largeman: You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone. Sam: I still feel at home in my house. Andrew Largeman: You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.

but i wrote a poem. that however started with a coversation about putting shoes in the oven, and will end when i finish this and go and cook tea

Home?

Black nugget taints the air
as a pair of doc’s
makes their way
Towards the oven
We shan’t let them in
As my dinner needs
a home to warm itself
unlike mine, which is
cold
With dusty wooden floor
sthe ceiling is its enemy
(I assume that’s why,
Its up so high)
Could this ever be ‘home to me?’
It is but a dwelling
A 3 layered storage shed
where i live sleep and breath
but have no connection....

Lost poem. Found

*for the record this isn't mind* but i like it.

Please don’t judge me by my face,
By my religion or my race,
Please don’t laugh at what I wear,
Or how I look or do my hair,
Please look a little deeper,
Way down deep inside,
And although you may not see it,
I have a lot to hide,
Behind me clothed the secrets lie,
Behind my smile, I softly cry,
Please look a little deeper,
And maybe you will see,
The lonely little girl,
That lived inside of me,
Please listen carefully to her,
She’ll show that she is insecure,
Please try to be a friend to her,
And show her that you care,
Please just get to know her,
And maybe you will see,
That if you just look deep enough,
You’ll find the real me.
-unknown-