a
house
is
an
aimless
but
intentional
collection
of
From
the
office
I
can
crack
a
window
and
hear
everything,
inside
and
out.
I
hear
the
birds,
my
own
typing
and
creaking,
dog
running.
I
want
to
be
my
house.
My
house
is
old
and
wise.
It
braces.
tough
weather,
with
strong
winds
it
only
creeks
and
groans.
Even
when
the
rain
spits,
and
the
wind
screams,
it
holds.
The
weather
is
outside
on
a
suddenly
Tuesday
morning,
when
the
sky
quickly
and
people
scurry
to
The
weather
is
also
in
basement,
on
an
armchair,
screaming
crying.
Or
on
a
bed
the
second
floor,
churning
and
Nonetheless,
the
house
has
learned
to
move.
A
good
house
is
one
this,
that
has
absorbed
hatred
and
has
loved
in
return.
My
doesn't
get
much
sunlight.
My
brother's
gets
a
bit
more
the
morning,
which
is
a
shame
he
keeps
his
curtains
closed.
I
had
more
sun,
curtains
would
be
open
all
and
I
would
never
have
leave
my
bed.
And
if
room
caught
some
afternoon
sunlight,
I
would've
learned
to
take
naps.
I
always
wished
that
my
were
warmer.
Winter,
to
is
waking
up
early
in
morning
and
walking
barefoot
on
chilled
wooden
floor.
I've
been
going
night
runs,
when
the
is
dark
and
the
streetlights
golden.
My
favorite
part
about
is
arriving
back
home,
taking
my
headphones,
and
sitting
on
front
steps.
These
days,
no
one
on
the
road
at
no
one
is
walking
around.
have
fake
torches
on
sides
of
the
steps,
and
reminds
me
of
Halloween
jack o lanterns,
9 pm
after
an
evening
of
bags
of
candy
After
a
one
night,
I
looked
up
at
the
sky
and
saw
a
star.
I
like
to
think
about
how
it
moved.
I've
never
seen
so
fast.
the
that
right
this
house,
is
for.
The
on
the
shelves
have
been
for
years.
My
family
likes
collect,
and
I've
learned
to
too.
Collection
feels
safe,
and
like
to
surround
myself
by
things
that
I
might
day,
because
you
never
even
though
I
only
use
mostly,
I
always
like
the
I
like
keeping
my
old
because
things
always
come
back
fashion.
My
mom
has
kept
of
her
old
clothes
and
love
wearing
them.
Maybe
someday
by.
kid
will
do
the
I
like
to
keep
all
sketchbooks
and
paintings
and
drawings
becuase
like
to
see
how
far
come.
I
like
to
keep
broken
and
other
broken
electronics
because
some
day
I'll
know
how
to
fix
them.
I
like
to
all
of
my
jewelry
because
have
faith
that
the
tacky
will
make
a
comeback
and
be
edgy
again.
We
keep
helmets,
not
ever
having
a
reason
or
motive
to
throw
out.
Books,
scraps,
makeup.
I
figurines
that
I
keep
on
window
because
they
remind
me
when
I
was
young.
I
a
wooden
doll
there,
about
size
of
my
palm,
that
my
brought
back
from
Sweden
years
It's
cute
and
I
think
it's
handmade.
I
keep
all
my
Indian
dresses
that
I
when
I
was
younger.
Though
don't
fit
me
anymore,
I
no one
to
pass
them
on
to
I
could
never,
never
throw
out.
My
dad
keeps
all
our
old
phones
and
ipods,
occasionally,
we
pull
them
out
always
wish
that
we
still
had
up
keyboards.
iphones
will
do
now.
From
the
office
upstairs
can
crack
a
window
open
hear
everything,
inside
and
out.
hear
the
birds,
my
own
and
creaking,
dog
running.
I
want
be
my
house.
My
is
old
and
wise.
It
braces
tough
with
strong
winds
it
only
and
groans.
Even
when
the
spits,
and
the
wind
screams,
it
The
weather
is
outside
on
suddenly
violent
Tuesday
morning,
when
sky
darkens
quickly
and
people
to
shelter.
The
weather
is
in
the
basement,
on
an
screaming
and
crying.
Or
on
bed
on
the
second
floor,
churning
throwing.
Nonetheless,
the
house
has
learned
to
move.
No
matter
how
and
strong
the
storms
are.
good
house
is
one
like
that
has
absorbed
hatred
and
loved
in
return.
My
room
get
much
sunlight.
My
brother's
a
bit
more
in
the
which
is
a
shame
because
keeps
his
curtains
closed.
If
had
more
sun,
the
curtains
is
be
open
all
morning
I
would
never
leave
my
And
if
my
room
caught
afternoon
sunlight,
maybe
I
would've
to
take
more
naps.
I
wished
that
my
house
were
Winter,
to
me,
is
waking
early
in
the
morning
and
barefoot
on
the
chilled
wooden
I've
been
going
on
night
when
the
sky
is
dark
and
streetlights
are
golden.
My
favorite
about
that
is
arriving
back
taking
off
my
headphones,
and
on
our
front
steps.
These
no one
is
on
the
road
night,
no one
is
walking
around.
have
fake
torches
on
the
of
the
steps,
and
it
me
of
Halloween
jack o lanterns,
at
just
when
all
the
kids
finised
trick
or
treating
I
home
from
a
run
one
and
looked
up
at
the
and
saw
a
shooting
star.
like
to
think
about
how
house
is
an
aimless
but
collection
of
things.
A
house
an
aimless
but
intentional
collection
things.
A
house
is
an
but
intentional
collection
of
things.
house
is
an
aimless
but
collection
of
things.
A
house
an
aimless
but
intentional
collection
things.
A
house
is
an
but
intentional
collection
of
things.
and events
held onto so
tightly
that a
house built
seems now
built for
memories
A
house
an
aimless
but
intentional
collection
things.
A
house
is
an
but
intentional
collection
of
things.
house
is
an
aimless
but
collection
of
things.
A
house
is
aimless
but
intentional
collection
of
A
house
is
an
aimless
intentional
collection
of
things.