Home is where
you hear the same song the house sings -
the windchime produces its vibrato
the gushing waters into the pond
that creak of the second last step of the stairs
the low rumble of the water pump above
the very old windup clock with the Westminster chime
Home is where
each family member would blast the music of their taste at different regions of the house
the TV watches my dad
the DSL light blinks like mad
warm water runs in the cold tap
Home is where
both sides of the highway are jammed eventhough the accident only occured on one side
motorcycles appear out of no where when you're on the road
the roads are either too bright or too dark
you can recognise the sound of the postman's bike
Home is where
the toads will sing at night
the crickets rattling in the early mornings
the neighbouring dogs just bark at anything and everything
the sound of rain makes you feel somewhat very content and serene
we feed that gecko which lives under the microwave
ants are everywhere
say hi to my cat coco :3
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