I’ll give you the finest house you’ve ever seen.
A haven for your weariness.
A space where exhaustion finds comfort.
Everything you need, all ready and waiting,
Complete.
Just come as you are.
Come anytime you want.
Stop by whenever you please.
Though never to stay.

But homes without owners fade with time.
Dust gathers, claiming its place.
The walls grow damp,
Their papered skin peeling,
The roof as a shelter,
Begins to fail.
Day by day, succumbing to the earth.

One day, I’ll say,
“I’m sorry, you need a new house.”
Because i will tire,
And I will break.

Well, for now, I’ve made my choice.
I stay, I chase.
And despite it all,
I find joy in being your halfway home.