A4 – It was probably just another ordinary house which shared the sacred word of being ‘home’. In fact, it only sized few meters per square and didn’t fancy enough to be called as a ‘mansion’.
Its most likely an ’empty spot’, as there were no longer people who tend to stays there as their daily ‘sanctuary’. Nevertheless, it was never mean to lose its divine ‘titled’, as I recall it myself when leaning back the keys on October 2010 morning.
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The key is later leaning left, as the front door later to be opened… It was giving a cracking sound as if it does welcoming back the long lost owner that previously gone.
As if, all the spirits which staying there was longing for the long gone owner to finally reunite back. All did felt cold as the sunshine sweeps the dusty floor. Even Though, all is still looks the same when I finally resting back myself on my favorite chair.
This spot is special enough, as it was later glasses back all the memories which years passed over. Back on the days when we’re few years younger than nowadays.
I always love this special part of my house. A spot between the front door and porch. This was a very special place where I used to shout over all of my prayers… Wishing well for the uncertainty future or even the forsaken past…
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When the night come, once again I will witnessing all was written on wall… Sleeping away my eyes under the cold floor of night… Letting myself to feel vulnerable, as a perfect remedy for my long lost soul. In a place where i learnt the best about loyalty, as it was standing still regardless any people whom stays inside.
This house is probably the end of my waypoint. The final frontier for all hurts, screams, or even begs which directed to a lost figure that left away without ever care for looking back, as she choose to neglect my both hands which is looking for saviour.
As it turn out that, she was playing wise while saying, “One day, you will realized that all was set to be your own sake.”
This house is silent… but always can answering all the thousand questions regarding my fruitful minds as my ‘chosen’ future is suddenly ‘pass away’ and gone where the wind blows. Judging me with hammer without ever playing as a counselor while she prove nothing but long her ruined life which successfully recorded…
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It was never hard to finally woke up inside this house, as the morning sun is infiltrating well through its windows…
This is the most perfect time, as the morning finally saying hi to the universe. The daylight which start the early hours by retrieving any shadows on my little Buddha’s statue. It was like giving another hope throughout the looks of wrecked world.
The part of time which I always welcomed it optimistically to challenge another futures. A new beginning after take a decisive action. To finally left behind a factual environment which is never set to be a truth.
Fictitious… Leaving thousand of knowledge with one new wounded on heart. A new ache which eventually stop the next 1001st knowledges. The ache which stop all the lasted stories on my hometown and took me back into this small sanctuary… And later, to keep away on distances from the fruitful sources.
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My dearest house… I thank for all your presence all this time. I also pronounce thousand sorry for the next to come.
In the next days ahead, you will never be any longer become part of me forever. I will left all behind as the new owner was about to mastering your keys. You will always standing still there on ground, while I taking the steps forward which eventually leaving behind your presence as a home.
There will be a new family to be called as the new owner soon. All of their new stories will be write along your walls. Erasing all my previously bad memories with the new laugh that was set by the various new fresh faces.
While for me… I will leaving you with the same smile when i was first stood there to be your first time owner…
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