I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone.
the moon is hiding in
full of all dreams,
cover her briefness in singing
close her with intricate faint birds
by daisies and twilights
when I was little one of the most comforting sounds would be my dad walking all around the house, turning all the locks and checking all the windows and doors, making sure we were safe.
it means home :)
Make no mistake, when school administrators patrol hallways checking out the legs, arms, shoulders and skin of 10- and 11-year-old girls, and micromanaging their appearance, they are objectifying them and encouraging them to self-objectify in the same way that popular media or purity cultures do.