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Nostalgia is the music to my ears. For every song, there is a certain smell which teases my little nose., and a certain memory which knifes my heart brutally. I’m playing with my vulnerability again.

Listening to music is a dangerous thing. It makes you crave for the precious moments you have had with your loved ones in the past. Those moments will never come back again. The knife continues to slice my heart into bits of pieces.

I miss the cold,rainy days; the small rusted windows; the view of the tired buildings; the deafening sound of the LRT and the irritated jeepneys and cars during the traffic.

I miss Nanay’s perfect cooked dishes; our tong-it sessions and random conversations about life (and even lovelife.)

I miss the private singing sessions and the bathroom and the sweet echo that I produce there; the rare array of stars during the night (whenever I achieve a perfect timing); the different faces of the sky every dusk; and the freedom and serenity I had inside my former humble and small abode.

Most of all, I miss so many people out there, too.

Things will never be the same again.

When will we be completely fine and secured?

When will I ever be home again?

I miss home so much. I miss home so much.

I want to go home, but there’s no place I could call ‘home’ on earth anymore. It only exists in my heart– the house of happy and priceless memories I have shared with them forever.

Music Playing: Home by Vanessa Carlton

For me it’s a glance and the smile on your face the touch of your hands,
And an honest embrace
For where I lay it’s you I keep,
This changing world I fall asleep
With you all I know is I’m coming home,
Coming home

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