"we never see your house",most say "not outside but we never go in," you must let us in rather you are a stranger. are you ready for what's inside? the decor with the ugly painting and self portraits of only me? or the dents in the walls, freshly painted too with uneven layers? welcome nonetheless. visitors, esteemed guests at the doorstep, prepare the interior, the rooms are too many to count, to account, house tour for the guests, will you stay? complete the tour? mi casa es su casa, welcome all. why is this room dark and empty? I like it that way, as I sit in and my thoughts and emotions devour me, I become what I hate and love what I become, I drown here as the best swimmer, slowly losing air in my lungs, none to save or interfere, I like it here, do you want to continue?welcome to stay. can we fast-forward this visit? I must cut the tour short, the rest is the same as others, some rooms are only mine, others exist to make it a house, I'm afraid if we continue I might have to move away, or far worse burn this house I call home, welcome to leave. at the end of my tour I leave you with gifts to choose from, any room you'd like to see is yours for the taking, but alas I'm alone, for the same as last tours they leave and I have to lock up and move, ready for a new house, feeling lucky this time, new town too. welcome guests, je vis ici!