The House

The entrance where everything starts ahead the pavement for the road up ahead and now when you enter the kitchen. Where all the ingredients are mixed together to make love as it's taste. Now as we move on to the living room, its spacious area fills our hearts with joy and laughter a place to hangout and be yourself there as we go to the bedrooms upstairs. Where hopes and dreams lie upon and to the closet we go where all your clothes belong, and to the bathrooms where you refresh yourself upon the streams of water droplet by droplet and letting yourself go. As we trickle our way to the windows the wind gives a shiver down your throat. Home is a place where you make memories and despair Home is a place where you feel belonging, a place where you have hatred and desire. And know we move on to the basement. A place filled with storage is a place filled with old memories, The basement is a place to hangout and have a marvelous time. The basement is a place where you relax and enjoy your life. Home is a place where you make precious memories stored in the very deepest part of your heart. And the garage is a place where you have courage to invent stuff and break stuff, a place where you store prize possessions and also where you station your car. And last but not least the backyard it's a place where you can play sports and exercise your body to its limits and where you lay upon for you have found yourself a home.