Fractured Legacy

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