To be able to have a wooden roof supported by weak colourful walls that feed me in the inertia. Surrounded by a perpetual garden, one where the dream does not remain in vain. To feel the breeze, and the air that fills in my lungs where I am able to feel safe. Walk along the pathway, enjoying the brief moments along the way, to sustain a breath or two just to contemplate the surroundings. Reaching for the moment, to embrace the feelings kept for someone special. Open a window, close a door, climb the staircase that takes me in the return to my comfort, light the fireplace and wait in the beginning of the twilight your arrival at home... By: PopCloud
