the dampness in the breeze that took the shape of my face made me smile with a sense of realisation. the realisation of the that feeling that used to be so familiar but lost now. the comforting feeling of home. the comfort you get from losing yourself in your thoughts, memories of sensations like the wind and heat.
the pleasant surprise was what triggered that lovely stir in my body. it was my friends, i realised today that my home is my friends. the feelings and experiences Ive gone through with them or felt because of them were all choices to do or to feel. sometimes that fleeting moment when you realise a bad fight was pointless or the fact that you might be over thinking something and whatever it is with and whoever they might be it ll pass, that fleeting moment in my mind gives me a high. its gives me strength that i have stability with my circle of choices. just the reassurance i feel from myself that i have myself to back myself.
these wonderful people in my life have reminded me yet again that i have a feeling to come back to at the end of a tiring day. sometimes its not a physical place you need to come back to but its that state of mind you need to sleep with. that state of mind where you feel calm and comfortable which takes the shape of your body and soul is called home.
today i managed to feel that in beautiful weather in a rickshaw.
i have come back to my place of rest for the night feeling home in my bones helping my heart feel light.
