simple perks of being alone in a singular space I can finally call my own

Posted: June 1, 2013 in transliteration

Yeah, I still have to work my ass off almost everyday to keep it, but

I get to sleep when I want, eat what I want, listen to what I want
as loud as I want.
I can dance the way I want, naked in the kitchen if I want.
I can put whatever I want on the walls.
I can fill the place with plants and books.
I can talk to my bird, and ignore all phone calls and knocks on the door.

This house is my world.


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