the home that kept changing as
my (we)bsite intentions


there was a place
that shifted its shape.
it never stayed still
and it never escaped.

some days it was pillows,
soft corners and seams.
some days it was pathways
and wandering feet.

some days it was humming,
low, under the breath,
a song you keep singing
for comfort, not depth.
the little place liked pieces,
a here and a there,
a feeling, a question,
some leftover care
nothing had to match,
nothing had to align.
you stepped inside freely.
the door gave you time.

when you were tired,
the place slowed its pace.
when you wanted to play,
it widened its space.

names drifted. shapes shifted.
dreams moved their tone.
but nothing went missing.
nothing felt gone.

some stayed for a while.
some left, then returned.
the place never asked
what you lost or you learned.

it stayed open and waiting,
steady and true,
ready as ever
to hold you anew.