Into the small cottage,where her world resides.
Where each cell of her body feel free and alive.
A place which is ordinary but different like her.
A place which share her dreams and defines her.
It is not a house merely of four-cornered walls,
But a magical castle which ignites her whole.
It is her refuge from this existential world,
A place which sews her tattered soul.
She shares a secret with every brick of the house,
They tell her a story when the wind blows.
At times, she sings with a gloomy heart,
they listen when her emotions flows.
She never knew, this day will come.
When she will breathe freely,
While holding a cup of coffee and diving within fantasies,
Into the small cottage of her own.