When something is so beautiful it must be a lie
When something makes you so happy that instead you are terrified
You become a dreamer
And all you see is light
You are dreaming vividly of this lie you suppose
It is shining a bit too much to be a lie of course
It becomes home
Cosy, lovely- a simple yet a wonderful home
The best of this world
You never know when it will come
The epitome of creation
Is in your hands now
You cannot believe it
You close your eyes to open them and it is still there
The home you were looking for
It found you
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