I miss HOME! The softness of my bed, where I could sleep off all the worries in the world. The walls which could protect me from a tornado. When I danced like a maniac jumping and thumping, the floor never complained. The music could be as loud, the head banging could be as crazy. No one dared complain. It was HOME.
Sometimes we have to create our own ‘home’, but the problem is what elements make it a Home. Is it the people? Is it the place? Is it the building blocks? Is it the things you buy and decorate with? What is it?
Lucky are those who stay in the same Home forever. Other like us get mixed up in the questions unanswered.
Diaries Of A Crazy 