Puchong Uncle's home Condo Brother's home S.P. Birthplace/Parents' home Places where I have lived long
"Nǐ fēn dào zhèyàng zuò me? Yěshì nǐ de jiā ma." It's also your home, I am told. Really? Tell me more, o mind reader. What other feelings I should feel Please police my thoughts , while you're at it.
Nay, no, nein, bukan. None of these places are my home There are merely residences Which owners let me have a roof above me The locations where my flesh prison seek shelter.
Yes, I confess, sometimes I do slipped up And referred to them as "my home" But what you do not see or hear Is me mentally correcting myself immediately This is not some subconscious wish; But a mere force of habit that I seek to break
Ah, one day, I will have my own place. A house, or a pet-friendly apartment. But no matter what, or where, It will house only my body For my heart will not be there Just as it is no longer any of the places above.
I sit in my car for hours lately, I don’t want to go inside The house I go home to daily isn’t home It’s drywall, siding, and a couch that me and my home use to cuddle on together I’ve been home less because I’m homeless right now With my cardboard box, and Help Me Please Sign I try to make unorthodox thoughts to re design my homelessness issue "It's just not possible at this point in time, to realign my mind to see loneliness as an opportunity" I say talking to my therapist next to me You can tell me the stages of grief, and what I will feel I just simply cant deal with it.
I have a love. I have my home. I have my spot in this world. I plan to keep it. I am back with my family, friends, life. Its nice to be in a familiar place. I'm back at the place I love and others hate. This town is home and the townspeople is my family. I love them and I wont give up on them. If i have a future... then so does my Home and Family.