I always stare at the hallway.
At night, in the dark, I just stare towards that direction.
The end of the hallway is the doors of a cupboard,
inside the cupboard are the books that I bought but never read.
But next to the cupboards are doors to the toilet and a room,
and inside that room sleeps the person whom I love.
Sometimes I feel like a bird without legs,
I just keep flying, and flying, till eternity.
But when I stare at the hallway,
I found home,
Home.
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