Fractured Legacy
Saint Nick
Years and years passed and I was recognising a really general pattern of repetition.
I am more content with the recurrent flashes of light that have me bounded in this earth.
We had a lot in common with the walls of that building.
I wrote stories there and painted the walls with my heart with more ways than one.
The roof was something special,
The view was not a painting nor a picture, yet a canvas that you could see and write your story.
It always helped when I had a problem speaking
There was a day when a girl told me to go there for the first time.
Elected People soon appeared
Soon after I felt a sense of belonging
And in that roof, I found home
