Home? Where your heart belongs to ?

Most of the time it’s about creating a space that belongs to us that we will decorate with taste inside of which , we will suffocate
Did I told you? I grew up inside of a mansion and to tell you the truth It took me lots of times to feel free from material desires, willingness, possessions that were driving me slave .

I had through a hard work to learn to discipline myself for me to go back to basis , getting to know myself better for us to try to become friends or something like that , accepting to live together peacefully, without me running around the world and around myself again and again to avoid facing me again and again .

For home is always where we are

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