Whenever I am under the shower, where the unnecessary voices are drowned by the pouring water.
Whenever I put my headphones on, deafened by max-volumed depressing music that I love.
Whenever I can smoke alone, while it is still dawn where I can stare at the dark sky with the sun still below the horizon.
Wherever I can sit alone and stare at the orange sky, an hour or two before sunset.
Home is where my thoughts can flow free, without any boundaries.
Home is when I have absolute solitary..
because that is when I am genuinely free.
2 Comments
July 25, 2008 at 8:47 pm
when you’ve been around to too many places for too long, you will bound to be confused with the very question itself, where’s home?
July 26, 2008 at 12:24 am
true that. i questioned ‘home’ and have defined it for myself :)