Somedays I yearn for my home, where I come from? perhaps where I belong.
My home in my mind is the place I grew up.
The church bells through the city during lunch time
The Muezzin so zealous, the monring call to pray, sounds like one made in the middle of the day.
The beach, the sand…
Peace I seek, in a past, perhaps long forgone; perhaps not worth hanging onto.
Peace I find, in a future, light and relieved from my self inflicted burdens.
Peace I dream, may it not be in a world without flaw, may it be in a world’s whose flaws made it.
Peace I discover, raising my head from indignation, having…