Home
I have lived in many houses and had many rooms but none have felt like home. I wonder this world trying to find my final destination. I’m always on the go, temporary stopping at places that try and fill a void but cannot replace something I have never felt. What is home? Is it where family lays down to rest after an endless day of slave like labour? Is it where you bury your dreams for traditional values? Or is it something I’ll never obtain? I’ll just be lost, wondering the world in search of something so unattainable.