A HOUSE with a friendly doormat. The keys hang from a hook when you walk in. We wake when the sun rises. We sit by the stairs to talk. We don't have to listen carefully when an argument breaks out. There are no arguments. It's just us. When something spills we clean it up. When something breaks we fix it. When we are hungry we eat. When we are not, we don't. When the silence gets loud, we play music through the house. When silence is needed, we keep things quiet. Every shelf is stacked high with books that we have our entire life to read. Our garden goes on for miles. Not one room in the house holds a frightful secret. In hour house, we are ourselves. We are safe, and we are free.
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I've always wanted to fly - poetry
Poetrythis is only poetry, do not expect any stories. every chapter is a new poem. Everything I've written are my stories that I've experienced, or heard somewhere and got inspired by it. you may relate or not, and it's totally okay.
