fly.

there's no place like home.

 home is where the heart is.

where your soul lives and thrives.

i hate having to live out of a suitcase.

but there's something captivating about it; 

when you open it up and you have a limited number of things,

not set out as awesomely as it is in your room,

but chaotic and out of order,

you can't help but be satisfied.

it's like an awakening;

"congratulations! you made it."

"you've left home and the world is within reach."

"you don't have to be bound to the old."

 

follow my heart over my head.

it shouldn't be that hard.

but it's risky, it's uncomfortable, it's different.

bird's do it everyday.

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, 

what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. 

Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?  

Look at the birds of the air; 

they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. 

Are you not much more valuable than they?
Matthew 6:26-28

they leave home when they're young,

not even as confident fliers.

yet they take off into  

the unknown.  

 

the nest that was your childhood shelter is now just that

and who knows where and what you might find suitable as your

home sweet home

take me back home,

Malaysia, you're cool and all,

with Topshop, Forever 21, and scrumptious food

BUT

i can't understand you most of the time.