Stonewalls and sugar canes
Run and walk
Silence and talk
Smile and tears
Laughter and fears
Clicks and presses
Songs and dances
I can see the light that beacons me home. Two months on and with a month to go here in a different country in a different continent, and over two years of living in a city far from home back in the Philippines, maybe, just maybe, I now understand the phrase there's no place like home. I can't help but feel I'm walking in circles. That in the end I'll stop where I started. That the only thing I don't know right now is how big a circle it's going to be.
