Everything
Walking by the street, hearing the unrivalled sounds of four wheeled vehicles Engines burst, beats of chirps, and from that leads me to what I call home. I remember everything. I narrowed myself down, picked up the pieces of debris from my heart. I remember everything. I remember every moment be it as dull as a colorless tinted glass and as vivid as the rainbow from a wretched storm. I remember everything. Painful as it may seem, bitter as it may sound, I seek not just a home. If a four cornered
