Homesick
I am always in the room,
a room where I isolated myself,
Thinking of what will happen tomorrow?
The sound of a cheap electric fan whizzing noise reverberates through the ceiling,
The broken clock that hung still ticking and tocking—
and from the walls of the room echo with my silent longing,
As I lay here immersed in homesickness,...
a room where I isolated myself,
Thinking of what will happen tomorrow?
The sound of a cheap electric fan whizzing noise reverberates through the ceiling,
The broken clock that hung still ticking and tocking—
and from the walls of the room echo with my silent longing,
As I lay here immersed in homesickness,...