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Miss you Mom.

Far away from home

Here I am , holding my dreams

I felt empty and unsound

Nothing

But deep inside, more or less

I was half way, a worst half

Home away, it haunted my days

I longed not the home but

The ingrident

I seek for presence. But!

I guess I gotta walk all the way back

Alone

All the way, alone I thinked

And the world is fulfilled with so many thing.

I cannot do

Without inspiration and words to carry on

Many to regret

Many secret I cannot keep

My heart, less I am half myself

Dear Mom

I miss you!!

I don’t want to end

Without you.