Someone once told me the most beautiful sight to behold is the rising sun, How like clockwork she lights up the sky in brilliant shades of red, orange, pink, indigo, blueThey swore they’ve never seen anything else so beautiful.I saw my first sunrise when I was 19, It was at 2 am on a Monday morning atop a hillI remember cursing for the first time“Goddamn, that’s beautiful”I imagine God probably...

I can’t tell exactly whenI realized I loved you.That home wasn’t a place anymore—It was a pair of arms,sleepy smiles,and messy hair.It all happened in a day.You were simply you,I was simply I—All of the suddenI looked at youand my soul whispered,“I Am Home” There is no where else for me to go,No where else for me to look.For whatever our souls are made of,They are one and the same.We. Are. Home...