I'm sitting here on my bed...at home feeling homesick for a home. Not this home but a home that I don't know existed.
I've been caught up with wild thoughts of running away seeking for that place...that I don't know about.
I'm a clueless soul who always ask myself if this...where I'm currently at is called "home". Isn't it supposed to be warm and loving?
I want to run away from home...seeking for a place where I am at home.
Are you confused? Yes?...well me too.
YOU ARE READING
please listen to me
Short StoryI don't have anybody to talk to...nowhere to go....noone who can believe me...noone who I can tell my secrets....nobody I can share my pain with ....so please ...listen to me ....this is the only place I can type down my stories, my pain and be myse...
