I seek home and no, the one made of bricks and mortar does not suffice. I seek space in another's soul, where I can be me, without fear. Where, without conditions, I shall be accepted, valued and loved as I am.This is such a thirst in every heart and drives one from door to door. And when I do not find succor, I slam doors shut in desolate despair. Like the musk deer, I do not realise, that the fragrance I seek, rises from me. That if I can accept my own self, I'll be my own sanctuary.
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