Jumat, 29 Januari 2010

someplace called home

i always dream on a time while all emotion come a lot.
happyness, fear, the braveness, love, jelouss, and so on
the complex feeling i felt
make a sensation which i can't descript it
remaining all mycildhood,
when i grew up as a teen
where i first time try to walk by myself
remaining someplace where i can share all myfear
someplace where i can show all of my affection
someplace i call home,
where myfamily sit down together and we talk about "something nonsense"
it's all the sweet moment which impossible to be forgotten
and now, i don't know where i can go home
how came, if i "come home" to someplace where there is no mom, father, grandma and my sweet sis,..
all thing had to be changed friend,
but, am i false if i always remaining that,
i wanna go home
i love you
my all...

3 komentar:

  1. is that really your house? subhanallah mungilo sekali.. sejuk,,,, tenang :)

    BalasHapus
  2. bukan, itu bukan rumah saya. tapi kurang lebih sama. Hanya saja, sekarang tuh sekitarnya bukan sayturan kayak di foto tuh. Tapi ilalang karena udah lama gak ditempati

    BalasHapus

Ayo, tinggalkan jejak... :)