Reached home... The warmth of home enveloped me... The familiar smell... the kampung scenery... It's great to be home...
Going to be a zai nu or not? lol...
When days are nights,
when meals are simple.
Satisfaction calms the restless soul,
Frustration loses track of me.
I'm tugged in the cocoon, my old cocoon...
though it fits me not,
I insist being in it...
Let the wind blow,
let the fire flare,
let the rain pour,
let floods roar...
My home is always the place where
i find true safety and secure,
though not a bud anymore,
neither am i a bloom... yet...
so, home is where leaves cover me,
tendrils-evil resistant...
but when leaves are leaves,
that's the time when i have to be the leaves,
til i, one day are among the leaves too...
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