Because it is one of my favorite poems, that I’ve written, I am posting it again. (Originally here I Want a House Full of Nothing.) This I wrote at a time when I was unhappy with myself and my surroundings. Having everything meant nothing; hence, I imagined a world where living with nothing or just the essentials would have probably given me joy. I want a house full of nothing; just a clean wooden bare floor, scented candles and a tall door. I want a house full of nothing; a mirror and music to dance to, red lipstick and perfume when days are blue. I want a house full of…