A Makeshift Home
Sometimes, it's better that you never stay. Because you can always keep coming back and go away. Your absence gives me time to cope with reality. To gauge the distance between two people who were never meant to be. I can handle the distance of lightyears between us. Yet, one moment of you around is enough to self- destruct. I do not ever want to know how will it be to have you at 'home' with me. Because in my makeshift home that functions in my mind, you never leave the house.




