so this is the air of being home once again

I feel last semester made a good impression on my mind. I am back home and I am usually, so cheerful and lazy. I feel different. I feel like I miss something so much and surprisingly enough, I feel with energies to go around the world. Perhaps this energy wants to heal the wound of longing. Oh good.

This air of homeness is meeting the bitter lips of yearning, to the point it tastes like nothingness: like dry water resting on the vessel of promise.

Oh God. Let this break barriers, let it survive but not hurt. Let it be!