there once was

sometimes i really feel like i need a reason to cry on sundays just so i can 'expurgate' the 'vague sunday sadness' in me, because sundays are supposed to be a day of bleak feelings and emptiness. but today i feel different. what i felt cannot be contained in just a word, what i felt is similar to the feeling you get from smelling a familiar scent you haven't smelt in years – it's a good kind of scent, one that makes you nostalgic, in a sort of happy way. or you could say that what i felt also feels like downing thick warm soup on a cold day; or the feeling of unexpectedly finding an old photograph, where everyone has on radiant beams, at the back of a drawer. or perhaps you could say the feeling draws parallels to finally walking through the doors of home after a long while. greeted by the same smiles, the same voices, the same sense of warmth, the same feeling of belonging. the feeling of home.

i guess you could say the cell equals to home. thank You for this place, i truly couldn't be more blessed