


Home is where I hibernate. Home is where I watch my favourite shows when everyone is asleep. Home is where I can do my reading anywhere and anytime. Home is where I scavenge for food in the fridge whenever I feel deprived of bingable food. Home is where I need not think about the harsh world outside. Home gives illusion of security. Home is home. Home is where my heart resides, no matter where I am. Home is where I fall back to regain my strength after a huge defeat. Home is where I deflate my head after a huge win. Home is my centre of equilibrium.
And I have two homes! (see, divorce has its perks)
2 comments:
I try to figure this out-ar! Empty fridge = rumah #__... Or did somebody binge out the fridge...?
awak ni comel la
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