They say home is a feeling, then why do I yearn for walls — on which I can hang frames of my happiness and sadness? And now that I have curtains on my windows, and a desk, and a door to lock. Why do I want to crawl on the cool floor — for warmth and love?
Home
Home
Home
They say home is a feeling, then why do I yearn for walls — on which I can hang frames of my happiness and sadness? And now that I have curtains on my windows, and a desk, and a door to lock. Why do I want to crawl on the cool floor — for warmth and love?