Sunday, August 21


You have a house and call it a home, but bad things happen inside and the fractured family portrait is the reason you cry yourself to sleep.

Then you spend a lot of time doing anything that delays you to come back to that place you now refuse to call home


You have someone and call them your home, but then they break the heart you so earnestly gave them with their bare hands.

And you realize that the person you should trust most is only yourself. So you become a homeless, wandering creature once again


I have stopped associating a place and a person with the concept of 'home.'
Home is neither a place nor a person, it's a feeling.


22 Agustus 2016
Ketika lagi suntuk baca Dynamics of Diplomacy.


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  2. Terimakasih sudah membaca blog usang ini, ncen setia:')