I am not your houseboat. You have tied me down and yet I still float and drift I rise and fall with the tide and the waves just as the moon intended
i am not your home, you have not made me permanent you have painted me a more vibrant color but when the light is gone i turn back into dull
I am a rental apartment a temporary "home" i am just the in between of finding better and "this'll do" you fill me with things you love and enjoy and then you leave on vacation and you stay at another hotel camp apartment houseboat
and when you come back and everything is the same, worn in and used slightly but still there like you intended leaving me hoping for some odd reason that when the door opens it will still be you
yet until the lights are switched on and the buzzes with the static will the dust lift and the dull fade
but until then i am simply a houseboat a rental a temporary fix