"When are you coming back home?"
Her last unanswered question left me silent- my back fell frail onto my chair. An enigmatic emotion took over my veins, and the light from my eyes.
I was like in the middle of fifty emotions; like standing right in the intersection, desperately waiting for the green light- or the red. Even the moonlight, because tonight, there was no light.
I had no tears to fight back,
no battlefield to walk through.
Tonight- this question just left me, sitting in front of my old computer screen and these four walls again.
"Home.." I sighed. I could hear the words echo in my head as it reflects off my bedroom walls and hit back at me.
Where was I now?- If my home was back at home?
Who are the laughter's filling the living room, when my family were supposably waiting back at home?
Where was I?
Where am I?
4 comments:
deeply reflective this is... i like it!!!
It's like the saying: Home is where the heart is.
Your word painting "green light- or the red. Even the moonlight" is something I wish I had come up with.
Hi. I like your blog. :) I live in South Korea too but I'm not Korean :) You don't have twitter or facebook?
Wow, love it x
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