Home is a state of mind
manifest in the physical.
Walking through the door
manifest in the physical.
Walking through the door
A step away
Into the corridor
to the room
The day's clamps relinquished.
Into the corridor
to the room
The day's clamps relinquished.
The room is sporadic
Piles of books clothes strewn,
but all in good time.
Piles of books clothes strewn,
but all in good time.
Music is playing
gently sways the musts
gently sways the musts
A moth flits about as I type this.
As it settles in a space above me,
a deep breathe of welcoming myself home.
As it settles in a space above me,
a deep breathe of welcoming myself home.
Okaerinasai
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