Neri Oxman once said:
"You have to go away, to come back home.
You'll never truly have a sense of home,
until you leave home."
Such discontentment over the thought of home
can never carry the despair that is just so wary.
Henceforth; I bemoaned of home---
only to wander far away from it.
Only to never come back home.
Because in truth, my "home" had been lost.
My "home" already went away.
New one, old one---
They depict such distinct disparity
But then again... this is as good as it can get.
Yet, bemoan I still.