There is a very legitimate thing about settling when home. Settling as in being at peace, without rush, no gush, just simple being, breathing, drinking water, sleeping on your own bed just that, without this pressure of being SOMEONE. But, who decides what is home? Is it the house? Office? Woods? What is home? Holy shit! Is it something beyond the walls? Where you can smell the fragrance of wet mud, the place where the aroma of coffee puts you to sleep? Dayum! Is that a place like that? Yes, there is. Beyond your walls, but does your coward self have the courage to break the wall for home? Say NO. Scream NO. Accept that you can’t, then go on with your good old catharsis; ranting, writing, creating, destroying.
