7.40 a.m.

7.40 a.m. 

morning thoughts penned down (on my ipod) during the walk from the train station to the school's parade square: 

thoughts that had breathed "i am invincible, i am invincible", thoughts that had made me smile inwardly, thoughts that were borne out of a fortuitous yet simultaneous series of events 

 //

"this is a place i feel like home": 
home is 
in my own psyche/
in my own skin. 
yes, i am home indeed.

i exist for my own self;
yes, individuality is home.

home is realising that this  
is merely a shadow 
that is ephemeral, 
that will mean nothing soon.

i am home