Home or not home.

I felt weary a week ago when I was about to leave Perth for..Malaysia. Sometimes I am amazed by the power of our subconscious mind because very often nowadays, I hesitate when I was to say the word "home" or "father" or "family" in the conversation of me and my friends. It gets to me a lot if I were to say those words because I’ve crossed them out in my daily dictionary. My consciousness has pushed away the senses so much since my mom broke the news about my dad to me few months back. I’ve pushed away my feelings and not allowed myself to come to face the reality or pain hence eventually, those words and understandings have disappeared from my senses, too.

So yea, I guess I can say that I am back..in Malaysia, not home - or at least not how I define it.

No, this isn't home.