this word is supposed to give a person this sense of belonging, being loved, security, peace and serenity.
where is my home?
i come back "home" everyday not feeling like a part of a family. what is so wrong with me?
am i loveD? i think i am.
am i being ungrateful for not loving "home" ? i think i am.
there is much more to home than bricks, cements, paint, tiles, windows, etc.
you're supposed to want to always come back to this one place no matter what time, what day.
where do i want to go? nowhere.
where is my home? i don't know.
maybe someday i would call someplace home.
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