Everytime I leave my home, I feel something is left behind. I'm not so sure is it the warmth of my home? or the familiarity and comfort of the city?
Everytime I leave my home, I feel something is left behind. Neither the vendor knows me here nor do people know me here, I'm simply a stranger. In my town, every other person is known here every other person would make fun.
Life is like a blank book right now, waiting for a new chapter to be written at the same time it feels like life is a pair of tangled earphones. I don't know what's going to happen but so many questions take over me. How to be on my own? For me it also is, why to be on my own? Leave behind home where there is so much love and warmth?
Everytime I leave my home,
I feel something is left behind.
Everytime I leave home,
a piece of my heart is left behind.