Being homeless is not the absence of shelter that gives you some protection.

In my view it’s the absence of sanctity and comfort in the simplest situation.

Being homeless is not the inability to sticking a key in a door where you pay rent.

Through my eyes it’s being awake and responsive but to reality you’re incoherent.

Being homeless is not the inability to call a place your own.

It’s the inability of showing gratitude and appreciation through the action you have shown

In my opinion a home is not just a physical place that has four walls

But a state of mind that comes from a well balanced up bringing that will keep you from drowning in life’s waterfalls.

Being homeless is not the absence of family that gives you encouraging strength.

It’s being in the presence of family but yet you feel you’re becoming extinct.

Being homeless here has nothing to do with man-made possessions you must understand

But the absence of the mind only God can give you if you please him even in a foreign land.