“Have you told your parents that you were sad to leave here?”
As I sobbed, my friend probed.
I didn’t give an answer. But I had one: How can you be sad when you are going to reunite with your family and friends back in your hometown after three years without one single visit?!
I felt only if I left on my own terms, I would feel better.
But the more I’ve lived, the less things are done utterly on my terms.
“Just accept it.” My friend kept on going.
To be utterly frank, right now I don’t feel an ounce of joy going back.
Home is always here. But my dream? How long would that last when the bubble bursts and now I’m stark naked in front of my parents’ porch asking them to let me in.
Don’t get me wrong, my parents are overjoyed to have me back. So am I to see them as often as I want.
When I’m back home, I know I would be safe. I would sleep well and eat fine. I can have not a worry should I choose to…
But right now, this suffocating feeling is crushing down on my chest. I’m dying the speed of the reality.
It’s past one. And I’m still wide awake.
It’s Saturday the 13th. By 14th noon, I’ll be forced to delete the last line of code I’ve written here in L.A. by catching the flight before Homeland Security catches me. Would anyone remember me, my existance, two months from now, two years from now?
Shanghai has written me off its menu. Now would it let me back in?
It’s buried in my soul
Like California gold
You found the light in me that I couldn’t find
You look at me and babe I wanna catch on fire
So when I’m all choked up and I can’t find the words
Every time we say goodbye baby it hurts
When the sun goes down
And the band won’t play
I’ll always remember us this way
The hardest goodbye
But I’m not even home yet
Why am I mourning
Why am I crying
It hurts like a bitch.