home

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 soul

i 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.