Home

I don't know where I stand, although I may seem to know where I’m going. Though all lights turn out, when I’m just passing by, it’s as if I could see through the dark veil of my path. All the furniture's covered in white blankets waiting the moment when they’re uncovered, or threw away as garbage. But I still stand surrounded by the darkness blessing, looking through the veil to the white sheets covering my belongings. And I stand, as strong as I’ve always stood. I'll be home as long as I stand and I’ll always stand because I’m home. Home is where I stand.