Home is
Home is when I walk out of the shower and smell dinner being cooked.
Home is when I wake up in the morning and smell incense being burned.
Home is when I fall into bed and smell summer sunlight in the washed blanket.
Home is when I drive around streets and smell flowers blossoming at nights.
Home is when I open my windows and smell the mixture of wet earth and falling rain.
Home is when I press my noise against your neck and smell love.
Home is when I wake up in the morning and smell incense being burned.
Home is when I fall into bed and smell summer sunlight in the washed blanket.
Home is when I drive around streets and smell flowers blossoming at nights.
Home is when I open my windows and smell the mixture of wet earth and falling rain.
Home is when I press my noise against your neck and smell love.
