My whole life I have never settled in one place for more than 2 years.
If Newton's second law of motion persist- things at motion will stay in motion, things at rest will stay at rest- I would probably be slaying water dragons in Atlantis.
All Im saying is Ive been constantly commuting between places I could be exploring the wonders of the world, conquesting the hidden treasures of the deads, only if my funds allows so.
A moment ago I revisited my old abode by myself. Now it is left unkempt with weeds and wild plants growing on the compound. That front yard used to be our playground- we played badminton, teahouse and whatever games children were into those days. I only lived there for a year, but it left me with plenty of bittersweet nostalgia.
That is the house where I sketched my precious dreams, where my warring hormones reached its peak and my coming of age witness.
But now it lays alone on the ground. No ones dares to occupy the house, not with the demonic past it holds. My family suffered spiritual interventions as long as we lived there. But it has been 4 years and I hoped the hosting spirits has left, crossing fingers.
I want to live in a neighbourhood that at least know my name. I cant settle in a place that I cant do anything about. Damn I hate this new house.
My parents took away childhood by constantly moving from place to place. I dont even remember having real friends until highschool. I dont know what, but by keep moving for work demands is unhealthy for the children. Have they thought about it?
And now Im trapped in my room and cant even go out with friends because in this stupid state, my childhood people doesnt exist.
Home is supposedly where the heart lies, but my heart wanders in unknown forest in its wayward ways.
