Home Love

Some people feel like home and some places feel like love.

Time is an artificial concept and the more I think about it, I realize how this thought makes most things unreal.
Except in some spaces where we stop measuring and we live. And these spaces are only people, people who feel like home.

And then there are spaces where we do measure but we change the unit. We measure moments but not in seconds.
We measure through feeling. They are places that feel like love.

And maybe words can’t do justice to my thoughts, they rarely do, but they let me keep them alive.
So here they should stay, and survive in their element.

Because some words feel like comfort. And I don’t want that to change.