How can it be?
How is it possible?
That such a small space
Can become our own.
It seems to defy logic,
That such little items and trifles,
Worthless to the world,
Take a meaning of their own
Once placed in that atmosphere.
It is escape,
Like a fortress we crawl into
To shield ourselves from our problems.
At it’s heart,
As you spend time in it,
You realize that deep down,
It’s You.
Monday, February 8, 2010
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