home is not a place.
it is not four walls but two eyes and a heartbeat, it is a feeling, it is a person, it is a someone's somebody, everything you named it.
You used to be my home, at least I felt like that way, a home when I was in your arms.
You used to hold me that tight. *I'm laughing at my self now, someone please wake me up*
I miss you in that bad way. very dumb-hard one.
You are my second home after my mom's hugging. that was I believed until you said we were done. I repeat, done, over, no longer or anything the synonyms of this scariest word.
Do you want hear a joke?
Yeah, I'm trying to find by way back home to you.
I believe I'm not the only one who do this thing. We are trying to find a way back home yet we don't even sure that the one we called home is still there.
The worst, our home has already moved to the one they thought their new home. what a tragedy for us.
In the end, we are homeless.
aleas jomblo aleas belom meniqa paling parah jomblo lom move on ditinggal niqa. wlwlwlw.
