In your arms

My dream home isn’t a mansion

with golden walkways and porcelain tiles.

It isn’t a beach house,

waking up to the sound of crashing waves

day by day.

It isn’t a humble cottage in the countryside

with marshmallows by a campfire

and stars in the night sky.

The only place I  wish to be,

the only home I’d ever dream of,

is to be in your arms,

encapsulated in a warm embrace

that never ceases to

let go.

— An anonymous escape from

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Art by @dvrkshines (Instagram)