Home, all along.

You look happier.

Actually i am. Happier.

You see, i have stopped looking, searching, longing, for moments, for life, for a person, for a career, for a better tomorrow.


When i did, when i stopped looking; a veil was removed from my eyes, everything i always yearned for, was here all along. Within me. Around me.

I have been home, All along.

I have been home, within myself, furnished with every breath that i took, every smile, every laugh, every cry, every word i wrote, every pain i felt, every obstacle i overcame.

I have been home, decorated with every soul i feel in love with, with every soul that fell in love with me, every smile i was a reason to, every laugh i caused, every word that i read which awaked my soul.

I have been home all along.

You see, i only saw outside my home, the pain, the suffering, the injustice, fear, insecurities, jealousy, envy, helplessness, hopelessness.

I focused on everything, except the home i was in.

Even though it’s not only rosy inside and has it’s share of thorns,

I am home