Today i would like to talk about my snail. Or my "melc". This post was influenced by a song i heard that keeps repeating in my head "seems like home to me" and i started thinking what is home for me? Is home the house in witch i was born? The house that i know even with my eyes closed? Should this be the definition of home? A place that you know by heart and witch you can cross with your eyes closed?
And if home is somethig that you know by heart then why not have a home in your heart? I mean what can be easyer to recognize and learn the your own heart and your own soul and feelings. And now i am thiking about the snails. When they are afraid they hide inside they home and seal the entrance so that no enemy can enter. Why don't they start running, why don't they stay and fight? Is this the best way to escape from treaths? To hide inside? From what i know i can say that insede your are the only one that has access, you are the only one that has the key to enter. Some do not even know that you have an inside, some might just know the entrance door but this is as far as they can go. No one will enter my inside and my soul! This is MY PLACE. the only place that belong entirely to me and it will be the only thing that i will have for all my life even if I change my home, my clothes, my friends.
I love my soul and he protects me.
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