on home-

i get my heart back tomorrow. i'm going home.

 it's so peculiar how abruptly it seeps in, the homesickness that is. i miss my mum, papa, and little brother as of late. more than i have ever before in my experience of missing- a feeling i am well accustomed to... perhaps it's the welcoming of the holiday season that triggers the missing. or maybe it's the feeling of being rung out, as a result of a disinterested semester of studies at my university. whatever the reason may be, tomorrow evening i will be in the warm arms of the ones that love me most. a week of being poured into, after months of pouring out- of being emptied.

my heart needs some overflowing, and what better place to be filled than home? to be smothered in kisses, overwhelmed by how much one can be loved- what a notion.

that's what i am thankful for this holiday; more than any other time in my history, i am from the very core of my being, in my heart of hearts, thankful for the ones who gave me life. who love me best.

mum and dad, this is my ode to you.