a house that i built.

years ago, i built this house.

the wall were made of stones.

the roof were the arrangement of the finest slates,

supported by the wooden pillars from the oldest forest.

it was a place i called home,

it was a place where i felt sound and safe.

on the backyard, i planted a tree of the finest seed.

that gave fruits throughout the years.

that fed through the thin and thick.

it was all for me. for you.

but. it is shaken by the wind.

blown up by the gust that hit so bad.

it nearly disappeared. from me. from you.

but. this is still a place i called home.

this is still a place i felt sound and safe.

so i will stay.

until the time comes when everything turn to dust.