reposting one of my favorite poems.
That corner of my home which knows all my secrets,
Where I’ve cried rivers, where I’ve celebrated.
That corner knows everything from dusk to dawn,
Things I did right and things that have gone wrong.
That corner knows my victory, that corner knows when I failed.
That corner sometimes bores me, that same corner entertains.
That corner knows my weak points, that corner knows my strengths,
That corner knows when I fell, and when I rose again.
That corner knows when I scribbled down my feelings, that corner knows when I kept it inside.
That corner knows my craziness and my crazy life.
That corner is my favorite place, that corner feels like home.
That corner is the place where I don’t feel alone.