A house. A green house upon a hill, hidden from downtown by tall bamboo Sprouts.…
Everyone loves this home
Everyone loves this home
Everyone Envies this home
Ideas are welcomed in like logs into a fire place on a cold winter day
We take care of each other,
laughter rings through the doorways
But what if its really not?
Really not inclusive, or healthy, or happy?
What if that is just what you want to see from this home?
If these do no exist here, Is it really a “home”?
A home is made up of love.
Do you really have a home?
Or do we all just wish we did?