A home should never be empty. It should be a place where one feels secure, protected, never alone and at least, safe. Going back to an empty house isnt an easy experience. It is no more a home. Where does one go then to feel part of something, to belong, to be among loved ones..
Day by day the pressure mounts to make ends meet emotionally, to find that happy place, that place of solace that once was home. How does one do that? Patience is wearing thin, the chill void of fear, the fear that we have lost meaning and importance grows stronger by the minute..
Cant home be home anymore. It used to be fine, even when no one was around. Why not anymore? Why cant things be simple anymore? Why cant those that brought joy before bring joy tomorrow? Silence has never been so scary. Peace of mind has never been so distant. Its disturbing.
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