when you’re on stage, you are home. and you’re home walking back from a party too. you’re home when you blink, when you smile and even when you don’t. you’re home in your laughter too. and in the wind that touches your hair. and in the ocean that takes your feet. you’re home even if you’re sad in the backstage. you’re home whenever someone calls out your name. because your name already sounds familiar to me. and when i hear it, i’m home too.