home becomes more of an abstract feeling rather than a physical place to cave in.

home becomes more like a long hug rather than a place to run back to after a long day.

home becomes more and more abstract in a world where all you search for is materialism.

home becomes more yellow as you grow up to understand the true intricacies of your favourite blue cup.

in the end,

the home grows wheels in a world where all you want is to stay rooted at one place.

(Poetry credit to me)