Home used to mean a house. A yard. My things. Then I lost these things. I lost them with mistakes I made.
When I lost my family I realized home means family.
Alone. Lost. Invisible. Nothing.
I found Camp Take Notice.
A home can be a tent. A campfire. A community.
A family can be the ones who sit up with you telling you ya don’t need a drink. Or the drugs.
Community. Found. Visible. Something.
Climbing up. Digging my way out.
Going to make it.