there is something hidden in her eyes. sadness .....? a hope....? mysterious.....
want to dig more, but like talking to a wall. after a while finally she said she is dreaming of a house.
i want a house for my soul...., a house where my spoons and forks are stay complete. a house where i can pray of my own belief...., a house full of love and warm....
i want a house for my mind...., a house where my books are put alphabetically on its library shelves..., a house where my music played beautifully....
i want a house where my friends can visit me freely...., where the kitchen is small but clean...., where i can bake and cook for people that i love and care....
are you dreaming i asked politely ...., seeing her wine glass empty..., but i think it is not polite saying she was drunk
am not. do you know that everything is started from a dream....? my house is there .... in front of me ...., waiting for myself to stay in ..., it is about time...., it will wait for me .... i am sure....., very sure ......
she disappeared ...., and i asked myself...., are you drunk?
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