My way home is through you

When a song stirs a memory ...

When motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world ...

When you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance, and you wonder where it might be going ...

... You step beyond who you are and where you are.

I was far away from here these days.

Actually, not from here. From the person I am.

I was sick. Sick in bed. Sick , with absolutely nothing to do. Sick, with sick thoughts.

But I guess i'm back now. After all these days, it really feels like home now.

This place full of songs, full of music, full of memories, full of hopes and dreams.

For the briefest of instants, I have steped into the magic realm. That's what I believe.

Somebody told me that this is the place where everything's better and everything's safe.

Somebody told me that a place can mean more than just a place.

It can tell stories, about different lives which may take the same route with only one word and reason.

LOVE.

It can tell sories about some lives which used to have the same route, untill one of them took the other road.

It can tell stories about destiny, about growing up and make your own world, beyond who you are and where you are.

But it also can tell stories about friendship, true friendship. About young people who wrote their history on that place.

I found myself today. I found myself in my music.

This is my house, this is my home.

And I wrote my history here.