I have always wanted to be in my own place
Where I feel at ease even settling in a small space
Because every surface embraces me with my artistry
From the sight of crafts to the sworn insights they carry
From the weariness of ink to the scented sheets it fulfilled
An army of termites hastily assembled themselves
For a decadence of painted woods were striking allurements
Vulnerable is my room for it underwent agonies from refurbishment
Nevertheless, nothing has changed
Beloved freedom is still right from the moment I step on the half-polished floor and lock the door
Contented am I of the arrays that amicably surround me
Embossed stuffs, pillow-crowded bed, old adorned curtains, undiscovered books, pensive walls feeble structures,
Once astounded by the widened ceiling,
So powerful that I felt as if the possibility of seeing the world of opportunities soon is certain
With all of them, I feel the sincerest flecks of myself
Always inconspicuously hovering somewhere
It is the atmosphere of smiles, of tears and everything that makes me human that all linger inside the four corners
My intention not to expound that called "everything" is a constructive failure
Serenly conquered by a desire for detailed imagery of thoughts
Impelled to make a glimpse of "everything" deepen
Everything that I am is from the breathing as I wake up to the stretching of arms for a new chance to start again
Everything that I am is from the staring at the mirror to the thinking of my flawed beauty
Everything that I am is from the ensuring of my belongings to be orderly to the remembering them as temporary
Everything that I am is from the turning of the pages of a novel to the figuring out of what is next to write about
Everything that I am is from the listening to the shuffled songs to the singing of this heart out
Everything that I am is from the seeing of vibrancy of inspirations to the pondering of my ageless aspirations
Everything that I am has always been naked in my own place
Everything indeed is an inert onlooker that knows my every inch of endeavors
Gives a feeling of being free as I am imprisoned
That is why I have always wanted to come back home