Some people are like rain
and others are like snow.
Some will make your petals wilt,
and some will help you grow.

"If you can wait until I arrive home
then I will put you to sleep every night.
You'll no longer have to hide in your dome
because I will be there to shed you light.

I will hold you close, like a brother should
and chase away the guys you want to date.
I'd be there for you like you knew I would,
and I know you mean love when you say 'hate.'

So please keep in mind, I will be home soon.
Just wait seven more days, one more week,
and all the shed tears will be dried by noon.
No more need to cry, no need to be meek."

...but my older brother, he was too brave,
for that night, the war took him to his grave.

I didn't know what love was
until I died for it

Maybe home,
is not a place
not even a person
but instead a feeling

It is a feeling where you can finally
adapt to your society and
be comfortable to walk in your skin
without being afraid or scared anymore

And now I'm homesick

i have not written much about advent, just two things.

yet i know it is here,      felt in   bones;         my soul. i

have no system now to believe  things,                     yet

the reminder comes without warning.                    each

year.

this year

to my own suprise, i find that i still can cry.                  it

is a long time passed. they say our work ,          our souls

are in our chest.

it is not just me

it is          family.

there is no photograph.

sbm.