Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
Moments and Memories
A home is sometimes a person,
sometimes a place.
But mostly it's million tiny feelings you can't erase.
A nostalgia,
A flutter in your heart or
An aching memory that makes you fall apart.
It's in the familiarity
Of a touch, sound, and smell.
How you can recognize footsteps so well.
It's in the fragrance of an old detergent,
The coolness of a freshly made bed or
Within the worn-out pages of a book, you once read.
The way you can recognize
The chair that wobbles and,
The coordinates of every dent from squabbles.
You'll be taken back in time
At the sound of a video game
When new high scores were the only mark of fame.
You're back at your childhood home
When you smell your favorite meal
Reminiscing how mum's food has powers to heal
Home could be right now,
Right here, but the feeling is
Forged out of moments that were once dear.
SCRIBBLE AND SCRATCH
With a cup of tea, a pen, and my book
I sat to write at my favorite nook.
Head filled with voices trying to get out,
And a heart humming with tunes of doubt.
I scribble, and scratch then my words fade,
As I suppress the thoughts that make me afraid.
So I go back to the books that give me relief.
To find my answers within someone else's grief.
There are many problems within these books.
And in that world, solutions aren't mine to look
Within worn-out, annotated, and yellow pages,
I forget my fright as I did for ages.
Soon I'm drawn back to my nook
Holding on to empty pages of the notebook
I scribble, and scratch but the words don't fade
For I've let my thoughts out of its shade.