#161 House of Memories...

There in the far right corner

I saw a tiny little home

with no decoration, no lights

one that could easily be missed

in the dark..

Yet, inside was a plethora

of books, and silverware

a table full of diaries

an ink bottle, and a fountain pen

as if someone lived here

with his dreams..

It was full of collectibles

the antique pots, and the postcards

the miniatures, and their friends

it was a house of memories

every inch of the wall covered

in prints..

All along the way

it took me back to home

to where I belong

the art, the dreams, the love

nothing I could take

but everything I will miss...