It was all there...
My cozy bed
All around as a sanctuary of my own self
Diluted in all those things
That had, each one. very particular meanings to me...
It is good and important to have a place to stay alone
To let one's soul fly
As a free bird
Have it as a fingerprint of us
The right to preserve one's own identity is a human's need
Of course, we can mingle our identity with others
The ones we live with
But there are times when it is so imperative
To be able to breath our own air
To be back to our own roots
After all we are all individuals, first place.