A home, here on Earth
A physical home is very important to me, despite being left unspoken of, almost since I was born. For some reasons, one way or another, I have always found myself constantly be on the move, wandering from one place to another, which I can never call or feel it ‘home'. Sometimes like yesterday, I even assembled my new bed, by my own hands, which in theory requires at least two men. And in the midst of the joy brought by my craftsmanship, grief and emptiness slipped through me. Constantly moving from place to place, to me, sometimes is no difference from jumping on one relationship to the next. You silently lick your own inner wound in the middle of all the pleasurable, sharing your deepest intimacy with someone while knowing that - as non-sense and unreasonable as you let it be - tomorrow you will choose not to wake up together.
When will we stop all the non-sense - the lies in our lives and start living our Truth from Within?
