June 23, 2014


That warmth that you feel in your heart,
That nurturing sensation that guides you through the dark,
The haven you have when around you madness and cruelty incessantly bark,
The sanctuary when everyone else wants to twist and turn you into the shape they want,

Where the family you have, or the family you make,
Patch you up and burn your troubles at the stake;
Mental and muscle fatigue kick the bucket,
And you build your strength up for the next day’s racket.

No judgment, no critics,
No masques to wear, an open world to display your true feelings;
Nobody who thinks they’re superior
And this shelter makes you realize their insults actually make them inferior.

by Vlad-Ovidiu Adam

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