nomzalot

I'm the ear, forever listening
And the mouth, forever giving advice.
My skin is made out of endless pages, waiting to be filled up with pictures, words, memories
And my hair is of the finest thread count of fabrics.

I take the place of your mother, your father,
Yet treat you no differently then a brother, sister, or favorite cousin.

Welcome to my home, one of the topsy and turvy,
Spiraled and curvy.
Welcome to this place I call reality.

Would you fancy to come in?