Cherished hopes and dreams, when turn into ruins, when times become too hard to endure, you dread that you may never cure, that's when your thoughts seem to spin- a whirlpool, in the mid of an ocean! Oh dear! How do you escape the predicament ? Where do you even go? Home? Why home? Why not anywhere? They say people leave when everything falls apart. Home won't. When trust seems to ooze out from the cracks of betrayals, how you long for safety! When, on falling into an abyss, how you wish to be caught right in between by a pair of hands. How you long for home when you accidentally head into a journey that seems to never end. Is home worth it? It is. It always was. Even when neglected, it always stood beside you just to make it clear that in case you wander, you'd always have it, that it'd find...