There was no cause to write happy
Updated: Jul 27
When you mentioned home, memories seemed to have faded away
how it smelled was forgotten
how it broke into floating letters
How we were fed only
for the worms in our graves
for its darkness to wrap us soothingly.
I was neither born with a silver spoon
nor did I know what a "soft war" is
my dreams faded
and memories began to be silenced
by the earth
where it was nurtured.
Home was terrible than the mouth of shark
I loved it
I absorbed the pain that flowed therein… yet! its sourness would always taste candied.
I wanted them
those moments of ironic happiness
those memories I burnt
for what could never be like home
for lies that spooked me
I lost them all
to what they painted home to be…"riot"
and I forgot home
is the place where my story began.
Why should I have written “happy” when my pen bled not about HOME.