I made a home for my heart today, a home of words and thoughts and dreams.
I filled the home with memories, and I fleshed it out with tales, and I furnished it with hopes.
I invited the world in, and I hoped they would not break anything.
The walls shook, and the floor wavered, and the roof sagged.
Their footsteps were like heartbeats, beating on my soul.
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If you’re interested in my latest short story, The House of Paper was written in response to the paper filled life I lead. Sometimes, I wish I was surrounded by the trees they came from rather than the white stacks of work to do. 🙂 – Danni