MY HOUSE OF SORTS

There will always be a place in my story that belongs to us, a house of sorts where the sun never sets on us and we are dancing still. A place that is the bright end to every dark side, where there are no stumbling blocks or vexed questions. This is my house of sorts… There will always be a place within me that belongs to us, where I see us in the lap of luxury and we are whirling around the ball room. A place where I can jam to my favourite playlist, brewing my coffee (at 4am), without them horning in cause they once told me ‘Live a life that you will remember.’ This is my house of sorts… There will always be a place in my story that belongs to us, a house of sorts where the sun never sets on us and we are dancing still. A place that is fairly left without misunderstanding, where there are no distortion or any kind of astigmatism. This is my house of sorts… There will always be a place that I will always and forever think of, a place that will belong to us, and we will be tripping the light fantastic. A place that we dream of, that we willingly want to go to, where there will have 'humanity’ and ‘love’ in our vocabulary. That will be my house of sorts…