Homeless

Homeless is an interesting word. Without home? Without heart? Without mind? Just the end of dreams and hope, perhaps luck?
Yes? My virtual reality world seemed warm, even beautiful. Would you have liked to come there for supper? A really good home cooked meal? Interesting to see how the old things survived through families and generations. Objects that were used and cleaned...even cherished for their simple beauty. I've thought about the women that created my vintage quilts. So much time. So many little stitches. And, yet they were expressing the beauty that was created in their mind. So, I rescued their work.
I respect that because I've never been able to create much with my hands. Except home-cooked meals.
Good intentions aside. Many years of hard, back breaking work didn't keep my world from crumbling to pieces.
I'm homeless.