I thought home is only a building A place where we take shelter from heat and rain A place where we come back after a long journey A place where we grow and reap love and affection
They said the truth Home isn’t only building or homeland But also someone Where your soul belongs
You know, about where to start, depart and arrive when you can call it home
You know, about home that was left by its occupant when living in it was like a curse
You know, when you’re not my home anymore what else should I defend?
It’s been a while since my last post in the middle of September 2020 ago. A lot of things happened to me in 2020. Good, bad, bitter, sweet, sadness, happiness etc. I’ve had to struggle to keep my health and sanity as well. Thankfully, I could handle it. So, how’s your 2020? I hope you all did great.
As I’ve ever said on my old posts, writing means a lot to me. My hobby, my passion, my way to express thought and feeling, my way to share and encourage others, even my stress reliever. That’s why I still write during my absence on WordPress. Yeah, I keep writing, but on another platform.
I’ve thought to quit and leave WordPress before. But, it’s also dilematic at the same time. I wanted to quit and leave. But, what’s the reason?
I’m not the one who loves to do something without any specific purpose and reason. If I don’t know why I should do something, if I don’t know what I’m doing it for, then I might doubt of what I do. So, here I am. Come back.
Well, it’s a bit awkward to write this kind of letter excuse. Since I haven’t written anything in English for almost 5 months, I’m sorry if I couldn’t state my word properly.
In her head, movie-liked scenes were played with a speed that made her out of breath. Then, a background turned into an unknown place and I found a girl chased something like her own shadow. But, the shadow ran too fast till a girl fall and screamed with the lowest voice I’ve ever heard
“Kid, whattimeisitnow?”
*) Lucid (adj.) :1. clearly expressed; easy to understand 2. clear in one’s mind; in control of one’s thoughts
Why do I have to put a smile,if all I want is crying? I won’t run out of tears cause I keep it for a reason that you might know or not except I sell it for the sake of attention
I regret and thankful of what you’ve created I hate and love every footstep you’ve left Never disappeared even though dry and wet months always change Is forgetting really necessary?
My memory isn’t good enough to memorize every single A to Z But, you could force me to remember those pains with every detail and piece of your act You taught me to forgive to make a peace and accept the fact that I should raise the white flag so you could attack But, I won’t For sure
Doyouwannaseewhatinsidemyheart? So, you’llknowwhatmyfearlookslike Here, I keepyoursecretsfromthepast whichhauntme causeyou’resofaraway Tryingtoputthedoubtin orjustburnthejealousyinmychest
I hatethedistance thatgivesa chance to her andyou tomeetinthesameroom But, I hate thechancemore thatgivesyoua possibilitytoreplayanoldromance
