Light at the End of the Tunnel We march through this tunnel This dark, everlasting…
Homely
My place
is packed
Sometimes dishes are left untouched
and piled with crust. Sometimes
there’s a rack
full
of sparkling glasses, bowls, and plates,but
my place
isn’t always like this…homely
I least I call it home,butimnotsureifitis i hate to admit. Sorry back on topic
My Place can be sunny,but
dirty. Rainy, but
clean
maybe a comparison in between
The rocks all gray are scattered,but the paper is more mean