A tribute to Bobby Singer

The many different tongues you let out your mouth

For strength and to protect

Even when the world is about to fall

The last stand from another world

Will rise in the depths of your heart

Cause why says anybody

That fierce can't be out of love? 

In memoriam of Bobby Singer the Great Man whose every thought was about those he loved

- Medha

Going home

What's the point in going home?

To your loved ones

To the well known surroundings

Why is that a home?

Why can't anywhere else be home?

An idyllic place covered in green

Sunshine reflecting in the pond

Swans beautifully gliding through water

Fish, birds, all creating an atmosphere

An atmosphere of peace

Why can't this be home?

Because home isn't peaceful

Death is peaceful

Living is not

Maybe this is why no one will leave home

Maybe this is why everyone has a home

A home in some way

Maybe home is life

It is what we hold on to

Never let go of

What we always yearn for

Not necesaarily the place we grew up

But the place we belong with our hearts