Happy agony

Being sad is a happy agony. And you'll feel no one is actually there to listen. You're walking around at the same haze. You're figuring out what you can believe and cannot believe. And by the end of the day you believe neither what you can believe nor you cannot believe. *sighs

Dear oh dear there's a light in every end of dark tunnels, let's just hope it's not a train :)


(thanks to Brenda D.S for being my model. You're such a talented girl)


turning my back on the past by ~capturedlilac on deviantART

Looking for HOME

I was walking down the street near the beach when i was out of town. it was a humble city. I love it. I almost feel like i'm home.. and then this question came up my mind. where is actually HOME. what is HOME anyway. i never feel like i'm home whenever i'm home. if a friend ask "going home maria?" i'll answer, "yes it's getting late i got to go home". But it's not really HOME, it's always empty. as i walked down the street i passed through this signs near the beach.. it didn't mean showing me where actually HOME is but it reminds me...God never leaves us empty.
and the real HOME is up there..which you can find in your every heart. cheers! Have a great day! God bless you!


Home? up there honey. by ~capturedlilac on deviantART