O, Corner

My corner, O my cozy corner!!! One Day I will find you.
I will not stop looking for you. And when my feet get tired
and my will gets weaker to search for you.I will not give-up on you.
I will create you, I will ask a mason to build you for me.
I will ask my mason to construct you neither too large nor too small.
You won't have high ceiling neither,too much light nor too
much warmth nor cold. A desk I will have in you my corner.
Book shelves... I shall fill them with books...
Mostly dealing with the Human. The Homo sapiens as a part of nature...
human as a bios, Human as Zoe. Human as a part of the ecosystem...
a poet,an aestheticist...
human as a free thinker, as a philosopher, a historian, as a part of this vast cosmos.
I will get a rocking chair too,made of old wood, strong and solid...
I will rock and read, think,write, I will cry and Laugh, imagine, dream, create, delve,
I will look for inner insights,...I will know myself...I will free myself...My medium corner, you are my freedom. You are my refuge. You are my mystery.
yap, I will find you, O yes I will find you...
I want you to be an old ( meaning wise) looking corner. The mood, the ambiance, the spirit of you will be that of a heart hungry for knowledge. A heart yearning and crying to deal with his ambivalence. With my faith and my doubts that generates it.
I will ask questions...Why?, How?, When?, what?, where?.
My Corner get ready for history will be penned in you. My corner are u ready for this "honor"? (whatever that word means).
Most of the Time you, me and all the thinkers' books and essays, will hang-out together.
I will read their books and try to imagine how they look and draw them in my mind. Create a picture of them...And imagine and convince myself that they live-up to what they write...Or hope sometimes that s/he just wrote this line but doesn't really intend it or wish to be read by anyone...
Some visitors will be welcomed but this is not going to be a common practice. Because you are my corner...I will study ...In you I will become,...I will regress and I will grow...
I will not sleep in my corner but I may fall asleep sometimes...Because you are a place for me to wonder and ponder...Wine will be the only Spirit allowed...Music will be played
Poetry will be read...Ink will dry-up....