Sanctuary

Someday, I want to see the world from where I stand. yes, on my own, by mself, in this raw world of man. Not replying on Father, yet still close by. Not anyone, but me, myself, and I. Be it relaxing in a marble castle, or living in a garden grove of greend beds, perhaps even a plain place made of wooden beams, or once again by Father's stead. Something simple is what I aim for, since in the end, it's all the same. It will be something I can call my own. Because I know it is I that makes it home, Like Father once said.

Though, I'm not sure when this day will truly come; but whenever the moment arrives like the promise of dawn's passing, I will find a place to call "home."

My home.

A sanctuary as calsm as the spring air.