There is a house, built out of stone

Wooden floors, walls and window sills Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust This is a place where I don't feel alone This is a place where I feel at home 'Cause, I built a home For you For me Until it disappeared From me From you And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust ————————————————————————————————— I do miss you all, and felt a little melancholic, so why don’t I blog like I usually did? Full-time school and work has kept me busy. I may not be on here often anymore, but to my friends and the people I know on here- I hope you’re doing well, and I love you. One day I might be back. But if I don’t- just know I felt at home here. Then, wipe off the dust and move on.