lunes, 11 de enero de 2010

life as a house


I always thought of myself as a house.
I was always what I lived in.
It didn't need to be big.
It didn't even need to be beautiful.
It just needed to be mine.
I became what I was meant to be.
I built myself a life.
I built myself a house.
On rock, facing the sea, listening.

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