Today I’m not on track.
Today I want a hot meal.
Today feels like lightning and thunder.
Today is black—darkest kind of black.
Today I want to be home...
And my heart deceived me by wandering inside the box of memories—a move that I strongly disagree.
I’ve experienced love, compassion, and happiness. Life was never easy and also it was never that hard. For it is just always a matter of choice.
I left. I left everything behind. I made myself believe that whatever I do would always be for the better.
I was overwhelmed with tremendous predicaments and problems that I’d never experienced before. But I swore to myself I’ll never come home crying and such a failure. So I trained myself to keep my heads up, to remain strong and to refuse fear.
I can say that I’ve done a lot of things, though it may not be what I’ve dreamed of (Maybe, because some things are just meant to stay as Dreams) But still I’m proud of myself for not stopping.
I told you its like black all over. Its like I’m gazing at the night sky but I can see no stars.
I ache to go back home where the light is bright. A safe place where I won’t be questioned. A place where I can put my mask and guards down.
“Home's where you go when you run out of homes.”—John le Carre
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