Missing the house that not only made me who I am; But it is and will forever be a treasure chest; Locked and unsealed; Treasuring the forgotten memories based on the promise of eternal fun. I …..Now I can see how people give the richest value to an old house. Lying under a table was like hiding in a cave, walking up the stars like climbing a mountain. And swimming in an ocean of my imagination I grew up being a gentleman. There use to be the dream of being an olympian, a dream of being world’s best fencer; And now a dream of being doctor. But as life goes on… two dreams will end and last. One of them is to go to heaven….. The other is to live in a house like that of mine …in heaven.
Now as I fly away, I look back and I see my home, I see my nest. That’s were I came from. I wasn’t born in a country, I was born in a nest. Last night I saw a shooting star like a diamond in the key, must have been someones soul passing by, these are the skies where we use to fly, those were the days where you become what you become, those are the streets where the stories are told, the truths unfold. In twenty years, I’ll look back and say that’s where my grandfather died. In forty years I’ll look back and say that’s were I was raised. And in fifty..sixty…seventy years, I will still look back and say that’s part of who I am. That’s our nest.
-Blaze
