Just like Edgar Watson Howe said :"The worst feeling in the world is the homesickness that comes over a man occasionally when he is at home".. There are many angles from where we can take this quote and make it our own.. somehow.. kind of like a chameleon.. which again leaves me stunned because of how words can be powerful... but that is not the point of my post.. my point is, home is not just a place that you go every single night, a home is not completed until that one person that MAKES it a home is there..
Missing people can be agonizingly, ridiculously and awfully painful.. Being used to somebody's presence for so many years, your whole life, and then next thing you know is that they're gone, carrying on with their lives.. The problem is not here, the problem lies in the striking realization, the epiphany that can cut you to the core..
I guess I just shouldn't have picked the album.. It could've stayed right there on the shelf, but my stupid curious mind just couldn't control itself because the next thing I knew was that my hand was leaning towards the album and grabbed it..
Having a sibling is a blessing, it is one of the most precious things in the worlds and many of us do not realize it until they're gone.. not gone for good, but doing stuff and making plans that do not involve you.. For instance, my sister and I were like the three musketeers minus the third one.. the two musketeers, maybe? Anyhow.. throughout my whole life, the idea of me standing inour my bedroom alone with nobody by my side, or not having somebody to talk to almost every night, or not having somebody to run to after school, or even not having someone to tell everything at 4 in the morning never even crossed my mind..
Although, it's been four months, I finally realized it because the house is so empty and I have nothing to ficus on to get my mind off things... I don't feel comfortable, which leads me back to Edgar's saying.. I don't feel home because she isn't home.. I'm feeling homesick..
... although I feel like I'm making a big deal out of it, I just can't help myself but wish she was here.. right now.. or maybe I should find something to focus on and get my mind of things.. maybe food? I'm not even hungry..
I am slowly coming to the conclusion that missing people is useless because it's not like some miracle would happen and bring that person back with you?
For instance, someone might miss somebody they lost but it's not going to bring them back, is it?
Missing people is just sorrow and pain and agony and sleepless nights and tears and nothing good comes out of it..
...all of this to say that I terribly miss my sister.. now if you'll excuse I'll go cook some noodles, hoping I won't burn down the kitchen.
PS : everything I just said is the perfect incarnation of non-sense.
Always yours,
-Invisible Girl.
Missing people can be agonizingly, ridiculously and awfully painful.. Being used to somebody's presence for so many years, your whole life, and then next thing you know is that they're gone, carrying on with their lives.. The problem is not here, the problem lies in the striking realization, the epiphany that can cut you to the core..
I guess I just shouldn't have picked the album.. It could've stayed right there on the shelf, but my stupid curious mind just couldn't control itself because the next thing I knew was that my hand was leaning towards the album and grabbed it..
Having a sibling is a blessing, it is one of the most precious things in the worlds and many of us do not realize it until they're gone.. not gone for good, but doing stuff and making plans that do not involve you.. For instance, my sister and I were like the three musketeers minus the third one.. the two musketeers, maybe? Anyhow.. throughout my whole life, the idea of me standing in
Although, it's been four months, I finally realized it because the house is so empty and I have nothing to ficus on to get my mind off things... I don't feel comfortable, which leads me back to Edgar's saying.. I don't feel home because she isn't home.. I'm feeling homesick..
... although I feel like I'm making a big deal out of it, I just can't help myself but wish she was here.. right now.. or maybe I should find something to focus on and get my mind of things.. maybe food? I'm not even hungry..
I am slowly coming to the conclusion that missing people is useless because it's not like some miracle would happen and bring that person back with you?
For instance, someone might miss somebody they lost but it's not going to bring them back, is it?
Missing people is just sorrow and pain and agony and sleepless nights and tears and nothing good comes out of it..
...all of this to say that I terribly miss my sister.. now if you'll excuse I'll go cook some noodles, hoping I won't burn down the kitchen.
PS : everything I just said is the perfect incarnation of non-sense.
Always yours,
-Invisible Girl.
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