I have arrived. To a place called "home" But my heart and mind were left "there". Intended only for you .
About longing that brings opium. Makes the heart rumble. Waiting for how else this story will be painted .
I write rhymes, stringing words together to connect phrases.
When thoughts get out of control, emotions take over, your presence is the antidote .
Alright, the meeting I was hoping for. Become a knot of togetherness, about the hope that is in the sky .
The prayers that were said, the anxiety and restlessness felt wanted the meeting to come true .
Feet stumble on steps, steep stones are not a barrier, scratches as decoration, for future promises .
In the groans of the night with the theme of solitude and solitude, I realized that I was not alone, because you are the place where my hope is .
Well, I'm "going home" Where all longing ends. Waiting for the promised meeting, in the blessings of eternity .
| Category | Black And White |
|---|---|
| -Camera | Oppo A16 |
| -Location | Mosque |
| -Photographer |  @scoutting |
