6237 the number of my home.
here the grass smells hot in the summer, there is a lot of watermelon involved.
I will never discount the feeling of the air in these four walls of my nest.
Im moving away now, for it is my time.
How come I can't stay here forever? in most cultures nobody leaves home.
I guess in mine, I have the freedom to go on, continue, figure in many realms before I die.
accepting this, especially in my condition, is a task indeed.
I love my family, I love my home, and don't be fooled: there will be a lot of tears shed, in the shedding process.
I MUST FULLY ACCEPT, THE DAYS TO COME.