home is three people laughing in a dimly lit room
surrounded by dancing people.
home is the hallways so familiar
hallways we run down,
hallways we storm down,
hallways that we hurry down,
hallways we have walked a million times before.
home is the laughter
home is not needing to try
home is having them to be weird with,
having them look out for you as you cry
home is not a shell of a building,
home is a feeling,
finding a new home?
outside the walls of this high school?