In my house, you find grass for walls and the sun for lamp
In my house, windows are blurred or spotless depending on the state of my soul
In my house, doors are custom fit to your mind. Don’t be surprised if you can’t walk through.
In my house, chairs match the softness or hardness of your skin. They can’t be fooled, believe me I tried.
In my house, the TV only shows your thoughts so be careful to not step or sit on the remote control
In my house, the table loves all, suffers all, forgives all and supports all regardless of gender, race and religion.
In my house, rooms are chambers of our hearts, there’s no keyhole, but your significant other always knows how to get in.
In my house, there’s no entrance or exit door because the universe is always at home in my house.