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My weekends are most often not packed they are filled with emptiness, I often wonder what I can do on my weekend to make it more productive,but then I stop and wonder isn't this something that I look forward to?
I look forward to cleaning my unclean windows,the windows that are waiting for me to come,the windows that are watching the days pass by,the windows that seen me glancing through the glass, knowing that my tears,my laughters and most often my gossips my most interesting part of life are just there with them.
I look forward to watching my flowers flourish when they, when they are growing from a bud, I look forward to giving them water once again.
I look forward to seeing my bedroom yet again beautiful,yet again the way I want to, even the most boring part is that no matter what I am going to come back to this very place,a place that I have been told is a mess, I look forward to it.
Most importantly I look forward to going to the place that's giving me the most authentic part of it, I look forward to falling in love with the place, a place that's home,a place that's away but is still a home.
A home that consists of someone special,a home that's you.
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