Home is so much more.

Home is where we begin.

Where we learn to feel welcome.

Without these roots, our love isn’t stable. It crumbles under its own weight.

Here, the soul curls its toes. Here, the heart vibrates.

Home isn’t a place.

It’s so much more.


Foundation of Love.

When I’d climbed over

The rubble of my aspirations

As the earthquake of betrayal

Had shaken my being,

The house made of lies and old wounds,

And the attention I’d used as

A salve to seal the cracks and hold

Was a poor alternative to the foundation

Of Love houses are built on.

This house was doomed to fall.

It hadn’t been a home.


I’d call you home.


The moment I saw you nearing,
I felt a strange calm settle over me.
My heart slowed the pumping.
My mind backtracked on the whirring.
The dark corners of my guilt-soaked soul
Took a deep breath and let go some.
You were my personal brand of redemption.
All the screaming, all the crying-
It took a backseat in my head.
I knew the second I saw you nearing,
You will be my salvation.
You felt like home.
You are home.





Eventually, you will find a real place that feels like home.Your whole world will open up in ways you kept believing were possible.And you will be so happy you held on long enough to make it there.        So,let’s do this thing.Let’s own what makes us unique. Let’s refuse to allow haters to stop us from moving forward. Let’s turn our dreams into reality.        Starting now.



The sweet fruit of patience!

A long,long wait...for that one sweet taste!

Everytime I have to return to college;everytime I have to leave home ;everytime I have to travel for more than three hours, away from home,I feel a sense of loss.Yes,loss.I know, I know I am going away for my own good;to learn,for my betterment,but…I don’t know.

It’s like someone has asked me to give away a limb.Weird,I know.Because teenagers all around wait for the day they will be free.Everybody, I guess,wants to live their life on their own terms.They want a place of their own.Not me. I am weird,I know.

I love the comfort of home;of my hometown, of bickering with my brother,of homecooked food,of late night television,of waking up after noon,of lying under my quilt whole day…I love it all. But the best part of it all is…my ma-papa.The knowledge that I can kiss my ma,whenever I want.The ability to hug my papa, whenever I feel like it.Yes,I love this,and everything else.

So,you see where I am coming from?I don’t want to leave this comfort for any sort of ‘betterment’ or whatever.No matter how it would benefit me,I don’t wanna go away again.

*sigh* But it’s inevitable.I have to go back  the day after.No point denying it.*sigh again*

So I am just going to enjoy this remaining visit and then go back…and wait for the next one.That’s all I can do,isn’t it?And haven’t we heard our elders say,”The fruit of patience is so very sweet!“?

So…I will just wait to eat this sweet,sweet fruit. Afterall,I have a sweet tooth. *wink*