Come home

Rummaging through memories on a quiet melancholic monday evening. A bittersweet taste of hunger.There is a feeling at a pit of my stomach. It refuses to leave.An unexplainable feeling.A feeling that has never come accrossed untill recently.A thought lingers in my head. Of the future. Of the present. Of the past. Like a unwritten rule.a fact doomed for all of us,for me;to face. I need to change that rule. because rules are made to be broken.