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The Past There is Now Here, as My Absolute Home of Mine

Because you were there, that place became here as my residence.


I did never look for my residence, rather I met you by chance there, there became here my residence.


There was you, you became my home, just so simply only it was the truth.


Because you were there, there was becoming now here my home.


For me, you are everything, nothing but you is never needed to me since I met you, coz you were there, just it was my reason to make you my home.



Coz there was you, the one who beside me was you, then only you became my home.


For me, nothing but you must never be my home, for me, only it is absolute truth, so for anyone, truth thing must be nothing but it.


There, I could hear your voice, your words spoken from your body and soul, that become my home.


Any other importantly precious truth must be just the illusion, all I consistently need is just only you, only it must be my absolute truth, thus my truth would never be handed over to anybody but you.


Truth must start to begin only from you, only it is the sole trustworthy fact, only with it, I could accept every losing to all things but it.


Just only it is my sole way to live and survive, until the end of the world for me would come to me.


Only you are my home.


Only you are my one who can beside me.


Even if I could carry through anything, probably my absolute fact to meet you once would never be preceded by it, coz I absolutely found my home, and for anybody home is absolutely the one.
(Sep. 27th. 2019)