Sunday, 24 May 2009

Home is a question mark.

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Andrew made me choose a theme in a very interesting list.
I picked "home".

I'm now waiting for the camera he's going to send me but meanwhile, I've been thinking a lot about what home means to me. Especially as I've just moved to a new place, home seems like a question mark to me.

Is home where I grew up and where my mom still lives?
Is home where I decide to settle down?
Is home a real place or just a feeling?
Can home be a city or does it have to be an apartment, a house..?
Is home where your heart belongs?
Is home where it hurts?

My home has no door
My home has no roof

My home has no windows

It ain't water proof

My home has no handles

My home has no keys

If you're here to rob me

There's nothing to steal

Home is not a harbour

Home home home

Is where it hurts

My home has no heart

My home has no veins

If you try to break in

It bleeds with no stains

My brain has no corridors

My walls have no skin

You can lose your life here

Cause there's no one in
Home is not a harbour

House not a hearse

Home is not a harvest
Home is where it hurts

My home is no one

Lyrics by Camille.

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1 comment:

  1. that is a great topic. i chose culture, only because california is full of all kinds.

    home is wherever you make it. but i will always go back to the place i first knew of home.

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