[Life] Something Called Home
Now I wonder what is it that they call home. I know its not a place. It’s a feeling. That feeling I’m constantly searching for. A comfort. A state where I know I don’t need to prove anything to be loved. A condition where I feel valued and in top of all, a place where I can feel safe. No body do me any harm. I just don’t feel safe to feel what I’m feeling. I don’t get that time for me to just process these things. I’m not in a rush, yet I’m forced to make another moves right after I stumbled on my last step. It’s funny how I forgot what I had so far, for which I was grateful. It's so funny how i thought of letting it all go just to feed an ego when I was blinded. I asked him, I definitely asked him to love me. It’s too pathetic to be true, but its true. I questioned his feeling. I questioned his love for me. Such a stupid question cause the answer is so clear. That he is screaming his love for me not from his lips. It’s how he treated me. His attitude towards me. He doesn’t want