Planted deep, my roots are here.
Where bullet holes cover the street signs, and flowers are always in the window sills.
Where the feet are bare, and dusted with dirt.
Where hugs are frequent, walks are long, and dirt is tolerated.
Where my family is. Where my heart is.
I truly do love where I come from.
Where I learn to fall in love with the world again.
Every. single. time.
