When things do not work well in
my own domicile, got other places to inhabit – they’re my second homes. Unlike
the comfort from where I belong, life in these dwellings is different – it has
never been the same amidst things and people to face up to. I had grown for the
better, and learned to go with and against the flow from what is called daily
existence.
Thirteen years to tot up, then it’s
time to flop wings to a new habitation but not abscond. I am not leaving them
behind because a home is always a home.
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