This is the first time you have been in this moment
And the last
A house i live in
Sometimes during the day
I go to places
I often go to in my dreams
It’s a house i live in
I like it
It’s me
It has walkways
instead of
stairs
of polished stone
It’s all glass
Multi layers
With soft furniture
and plants
I go there
maybe
four times a year
maybe more
And whenever
I do
I know
I am home
Home is not a place
It’s a feeling
Taken
