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Seconds, minutes, hours, pass. I am still sitting here, contemplating where I should be. Reading freedom blogs, I lose myself a little. The need to feel the way others feel about being home. I have never know what it meant to feel safe, warm, comforted and at home. I have never known the feeling of belonging. To belong in a world, or a city where things make somewhat sense. Nothing. I feel nothing close to belonging. I watch people around me figuring out what it takes, figuring out how it will work out at the end of the day. Still, nothing. No motivation, no savior, nothing to help me find my home; no one is capable of helping me awaken my soul, to what could be called home. Some say I run away from what home is, I run away from what happiness could give me, I run away from my freedom. How can you know what it takes, if you have never known the strength inside of you? 

As day go by, as time keeps ticking, as the sun sets and rises, I start to realize. I start to wake from the nightmare, I start allowing the dreams to roll in, I start allowing myself to open my heart. I feel the comfort, I start to realize what it takes for me to be home. My home, is what is out there. My home is within the hearts of those out there; those who have known even less than me. People who have been blinded by misery, people who think their tee-pi is all that is out there. Those people who are deserving of life's greatness. 

Why is it only the wealthy who get to experience life, they are not the only one with humanity. If you are given a life, you should be given chances to experience what your world has to offer, what else is out there that could make you even better than who you already are. This is what I intend on doing, making magic happen, within the soul of a person. This way, I will awaken the power deep within me to find my comfort, to find my warmth, to find my safety, and to find my home.