The boxes are gone, the paintings removed, the furniture the elegant furniture that filled the room are gone. Short work to empty a life. What made it a home is gone and now its a wide open space, whiter walls, dirty carpets debris left over from a life living.
Life living, now I make my mark on this place. Paintings long stored are now up on the walls, each has a place maybe I'll move them around till the fit just right, a bedroom to move around in, an office to write in.
4 months later I have made this place my home. On the wall are my paintings. Around the house it says I live here, this is my home. Quirky and different, yet wholly me.
I have made a home out of this white walled box...
Life living, now I make my mark on this place. Paintings long stored are now up on the walls, each has a place maybe I'll move them around till the fit just right, a bedroom to move around in, an office to write in.
4 months later I have made this place my home. On the wall are my paintings. Around the house it says I live here, this is my home. Quirky and different, yet wholly me.
I have made a home out of this white walled box...
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