People say ,
Home is where the heart rest ..
Home is a comfortable place ..
I don’t think so
I even more lonely when I’m at home
more devastated when I’m at home
All this time ,
I had a reason to run away from home ,
I had a reason to be busy so I didn’t need to stay at home
But this time , isn’t longer …..
I had to find another excuse to be able to run away again from home
Like many years ago ,
I was forced to leave my own “home”
It’s seems like imprint on my mind ,
that I shouldn’t be at home
I’m not fit to be at home
Is it what I called home , isn’t my real home ?