Where is Home?

It was cold when I woke up this morning on the street

With bitter cold wind freezing my face, my hands and my feet

‘You’re finally awake, good morning!’ she said

Greeting me as if I had just gotten out of bed

‘We have new toys today.’

She ironically continued calling out for me to play

We play with bullets and we play with bombs

While other kids play with real toys in their homes

We have no homes, no schools, just streets that are painted red

A sentence that she often said

And hearing it I would always dread

However it was true, because after all both our parents were dead

But through it all, we laughed and we played

Until it came that dreaded time of day

When we all had to run away

They hid behind their fortresses and guns

And killed everyone, old and young

Until there were none

We watched in silence and in fear

Waiting for them to disappear

The man in the helmet turned and vacantly stared

At me, as if I was no more than air

He then turned and vanished as if he was never there

As quickly as it had started it finally stopped

And with the sound of the last gunshot my heart dropped

I walked down the street trying to ignore the bodies and the blood

Looking for her, looking ahead

All the time hoping I wouldn’t see the body I prayed I would never have to see

The one I then saw lying right in front of me

She’d disappeared for a moment when I turned my head

And now she is dead

I cried as I roamed the streets all alone

Where, oh God, where is home?

She was my best friend, my family and my all

She made me feel safe in a time of war

In a country that was no longer mine, I stood on my own

Wondering where is my home?


Woke up at 2:30 this morning, over two hours later all I did was read 2 pages. What I’m supposed to be doing: working on my history assignment or doing research. What I’m actually doing: blogging, watching Julie and Julia, checking Facebook, tweeting and just browsing the internet.  This movie always makes me hungry even though I can’t eat at all. Because guess what I had for breakfast, at 3:00 am: liver, coffee and a chocolate bar. Extremely random I know.

History Reading topics: Terrorism, communist manifestos, the Red army and the IRA. Very intriguing topics for 5:00 am I know. I also haven’t started my research paper for my children’s literature class yet. I can actually feel my brain swell whenever I think about the amount of work I have to do. And the real problem is the more work I have; the more reluctant I am to do it.

The internet is also very slow, which is really getting on my nerves. My headphones are not working and there’s something wrong with my iTunes. And don’t even get me started on my blackberry internet service. What is the point of having all these technological devices in your life if they are just not going to work?

Mark Wahlberg: “Maybe, maybe not, maybe fuck yourself. My theory on feds is that they’re like mushrooms, feed ‘em shit and keep them in the dark.” – The Departed

Yet another morning wasted. Well that’s all for today.

Song of the Day: I’m Shipping Up to Boston