I want to build something.
Something i can leave behind when im gone.
Something i can rest on while im still here.
Not something for my own but something that i can call my own.
I want it to be fortress like, where the broken pieces can be assembled together.
A place where starting over isn’t a reality, yet rewriting your ending is not fetching too far.
I want it to be a place of dominion, not of my own, but of himself, he who want to enter it.
You can come just as is. As you are that is. Its not a claim to dress you up to rehearse.
Rather, a place where appearance is just a shell, but whats within spills out a sweet aroma.
A place where, when you walk in, peace is felt. Yet when you walk out, peace walks out with you.
A place where security is not limited to the confines of it, but reaches just as far as you can distance yourself from it. A place where reasoning is not overshadowed by favor nor preference nor alliances nor last name. A place where freedom makes you liable for you actions and your consequences are a cause for restoration instead of exile. A place where you can look into my eyes and know that i need you not for what you can do for me, but for what I can do for you.
What place is this you’d build?