Home Making

For me, to create a home feeling residence is necessary, wherever, whenever. Friends call me a pro of it, but i dont see its a compliment. Isnt that everybody's longing? To feel secured, pampered, protected? The only difference to me is "whose".

The first home i made is ours, until you deserted it, then i ruined it. It was a 2-bedroom apartment, we had a living room, dining room and a spacious kitchen, plus front and rear balcony where i could have our clothes and quilt basked in the sun. A dream home i thought would have lasted forever.

Waved it goodbye, i alone moved and moved time after time. The home making is not exactly making a home, more like a studio, simply a place could bath and lie down. A place only made me soulless, thoughtless, and fell into inexorable doom at last.

Now i made a home again, for you, not for us. For your rememberance of those unforgettable beautiful youth, and those young ignorant ego and stubbornness. Then, i shall return, return to my own home...