Where is the home?
where everyone calls a home.
Is this the home?
where I've so long forgotten and left.
Is this the home?
where tears mean nothing but frustration.
Is this the home?
where love is thinning, like the air on the mountain.
Is this the home?
where guilt finds its path at every corner, every edge.
Is this the home?
where lies masquerade the truth, and truth buries with fantasy.
Is this the home?
which is far from reachable, beyond the furthest star.
PS: I won't be back for the coming holiday....
1 comment:
home is where the heart is. we are who we are at home. our roar-est, most uninhibited state. it is where one can know the other's true colours. our refuge. the walls of our house knows us better than anyone.
go home, dan.
go home and recharge and reconnect with yourself.
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