Can you really call a favorite place, home?

Can you really call a favorite place, home?
A place that touches you
In a way a person should.
Can you be completely
Quiet but still speak volumes?
A place that just as bright as the stars in the sky.
Does it give you a feeling of comfort
When the world lets you down?
Where you can swing until
Your troubles disappear.
Does laying on the ground,
Make you hold on to the good days?
Days before you were hurt
From a person you trusted.
It is an imaginary place where you can walk
On the bike track and be tickled,
By the mist from the glistening lake?
Does it hold memories of your first
Kiss under the moonlight?
Memories, that are so innocent
You can't believe are yours.
Is it in walking distance from where
You call home or is it home?
The only way you can escape
The demons that haunt you,
Is this special destination
And all you thinking of is the sand circling your toes,
Just like a snake scouting his feast.
Is it a friend you can tell secrets to and know it won't betray you?
A place where you can achieve anything you imagine.
In fact, the broken heart waterfall drop dollar bills instead of water.
Where you can be yourself under the stars,
All you have to do is befriend Mother Nature.
Is it my favorite place, you ask?
No, its home to me.