It is my home
I have been here, my whole existence
You can't
You can't
You can't just barge in!
It's my property
I bought it with all my savings
My family, my friends
My wife, my kids
We used to live here
You cannot
You cannot
You cannot just takes those pictures off the wall
I painted then myself
With the colours from my memories
Heartbeat, breath tangled in paint brush
I am tired
They keep rummaging through my things
I am tired
They won't listen to me
I do not know what to do
If only she was here
She would know
She would know what to do
But I don't so I watch these people
Clean my place, i wonder what they do with my things
Probably throwing out
It's a small family really
Just mother, father and little child
Child is so curious
Her parents busy all the time
She keeps wandering off, exploring the house
I follow her
What if she fall off the stairs, what if she stumbles
Then she enters my room,
Standing in front of my photo
Ringlets of incent floating around
"Don't bother grand father now."
Called her mother
The little one placed her toy in front of the frame
Giggling, she ran out of room
It is my home
I have lived here my whole existence
Even now i
I don't know if I could..
....
....
Am I really dead?
