What do I call home?

I could not define it.

Since it’s not a house,

Or a place.

It’s not even a land or

Somewhere out there.

Not even a feeling

Or a state of mind.

I find it silly to imagine

That I’ll reach it sometime.

A type of illusion materialized.

But what do I call home, then?

It’s just me.

I am.

Home.

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