when i’m far away from home like now.. returning back home is the most thing occupying my mind.  the smell of my pillow, the familiar sound from my babies barking, „, every little memories i’ve ever had in my life. i miss touching my piano and playing sad tunes with all my heart. picturing all people from my past who put black, blue, orange, green, and purple. but where is home? a year after everything bad, i’m struggling hard to mend my dignity.  to keep in track, to keep my sanity. home.. i miss home, which i don’t know for sure where i pointed home. but maybe… home is parents now, who have been and will always be there for me no matter what. norwich, july 3, 2011