Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Every Bird Has A Nest

As a child I never liked my own house.It was just a house.Never home enough for me to love it.I wanted to be like a bird,I wanted everlasting freedom.Now that I've got the freedom and life experiences I was searching for. I started to miss my house.That is now what I call home.My home is not like others,nothing special and no one special is in it.But I feel safer here than I am,outside.