There was a house, and there was a place where people call home.
It's one of the most basic, natural, primitive instincts, they say; that we, human, need shelter.
A place where we feel secure, we feel, well, at home.
It has been a while since the last time i felt at home.
You see,i miss home, lately.
Not so much of the physical aspect, or for that matter, that particular home somewhere in Perak,
but, rather, the atmosphere and the ambience that surrounds it
the familiarity that ensures me
the warmth of its hospitality
the home of my souli miss that home
a limitless space, bound by love and compassion, roofed by hope, and floored by the truth.
it's such an irony, i know, for most of you guys who are dear to me.
i'm just any bloke, you see,
who might trip and fall,incessantly, whenever chance wishes me to be
oh well
i miss home
and
everything in it.