What marks the difference between these two 4 letter words? I honestly don’t know.
I’ve been feeling both these emotions, if it’s even possible to feel home & hell, nearly all my life.
Was it because my bones and flesh had been accustomed to those purple walls?
Or was it the boiling blood on the thought of remaining in the same place, same country, with same people for all my life?
In all honesty, I’ve no answer to either of these questions.
Sometimes, it was a dry patch of land outside my home, the stray animals walking fearlessly on roads, all my kins rushing to greet me and the loneliness I often liked to dwell in back in the country where cloudless skies and raining heat, both meant home and felt like hell.
Two continents : One home. How do you chose?
Or maybe you don’t. Maybe your heart is supposed to be in pieces that stay behind every time you’re on the move until there’s nothing left; no home, no hell.