Being homeless isn’t so bad
It’s just walls
Walls are everywhere
And aren’t we always trying to break them down?
A ceiling isn’t that nice
It blocks out the stars
You know the ones that make you feel so small but important,
At the same time.
A yard isn’t that great.
Pulling weeds and always keeping up the appearance isn’t that fun
A home is kind of suffocating.
Everything is muffled;
Everything we are connected to
Is dimmer through those dirty windows.
Being homeless is kind of nice.
Just you and the essentials.
But walls are kind of nice.
They shield you
And support you when you can’t stand up.
Ceilings are useful too.
They shelter you,
No one can argue that seeing beautiful green grass
Dotted with flourishing flowers is
One of natures best pick me ups.
And it really isn’t that suffocating.
What’s suffocating is the hot sticky air, thick and weighted
A home is kind of nice, I guess
You know it.
Once you’ve been in a home for awhile it become apart of you
It’s always there to come back to.
But being homeless isn’t so bad.
You are ‘free’…
But you are lost…
Being homeless kind of sucks.
Especially, when you realize
Isn’t a where,
It’s a who.