It's funny. When the people you swore to love. Take chunks of you you've wanted back. Those tiny pieces that meant more to you than food grass or even their twisted idea of home. Till you find home in a stranger or strangers or the family you ached to know. It's funny cuz you feel like you failed and given up. Your home is still there even when you feel alone. They still care when no one else comes to the phone. They love you when you felt you didn't dare deserve it. It's funny when the person who they wanted to be silent actually has a voice. It's funny when they fight back crawling almost and never gave a inch. It's funny how these people made me feel unique time and time again. Knowing I thought I wasn't supposed to exist. But saw only good when everyone else cast stones and dismissed. It's funny how a part of me didn't deserve me and the other always did. Home is the joke I guess. When I was the villain but became a hero instead. Only in someone's else's eyes. Not disfigurement. Just Bliss. Home. When I lost everything. When just alil bit gave me a whole kingdom. Call it childish call it corny I don't care. The people who I genuinely care about. I'm always there. And I'm never gone. No one is really gone. Sirius black said it best. Gary oldman. You can take a lot from things that won't supposed to be there. And still exist. Damaged. Yeah sure I am. But no one asks for the hunt. They just want to survive. Even if surviving is someone or something. Escaping people need that All the time. To me it's the only choice. Get lost. Get away. Cuz it's not their right to rather you go or stay. It's the chosen home that is with you always. And they will never take that from me. It's funny. Home showed me I had a good heart. Always.