When we dream, we forget the good things and work hard for our priorities. Not because we are selfish, but because we wanted the best for ourselves and those who believed in us since we started achieving our plans.
The blue hue of the sky makes me wonder and kind of miss the soft shade that transcends from the sky at home.
Because nothing beats the leave that the skies in the province emit.
As of now, I kind of miss home.
When the morning comes, the light transcends and gives out the feeling of happiness. The belongingness. The calmness that soothes our being and makes us understand is how it feels when you are away from the crowded space that sometimes destructs your identity. Of who you indeed are growing up, of how you are honed to become the dreamer you are today.
The nature in the province embraces the whole of you, slowly giving you the warmth you lost while battling up with the people in the city. The circumstances you had to come through and the obstacles that you thought taught you but changed you.
The city turns you into someone braver. Someone who could keep up with the demands of time and opportunities.
The province then keeps you to stand still on the ground. To never forget where you came from and to reconnect with your old self.
Something that the thought of home can convey to you.
The sky, they don't totally look different. But the way it transpires often differs.
The province skies is more rich in hue. In comparison to skies in the crowded places, it does not look foggy and contaminated with chemicals.
Today, the feelings of wanting to go home in my heart grew bigger.
For me, it's still hard to go home. Thinking of responsibilities and the thought of home.
The home where your parents and other members await for your presence. To embrace you again with another kind of warmth, the warmth that vanishes all the bad things you have to experienced when they are away from you.
I miss home.
With the thought of home, I wished I could be able to go forth.
I wished my dreams would come true sooner.
Sooner that I don't have to please any body. Sooner that I would be able to earn money to get the things that my parents wanted. Sooner that zi could pay off all of the tears and sweats they have to shed supporting me while growing up.
I wished, with the thought of home, I could acquire the power to fly from here to there.
Have you ever been alone from your families?
Or away from home?
What do you do with the thought home?
