it's the time of the day again; evening.
it makes you think of sun dried leaves,
the sky painted crimson and gold,
and a walk in the park with the camera man behind sneaking a few shots here and there.
a familiar structure stood in the distance.
yes, it was old, plain and dull coloured.
you swaggered a little here and there, with that old weathered stick in your hand.
by the time u reached the once familiar doorstep,
the heart was already filled with overpowering emotions that could not be contained.
the reason is because, you're finally home.
you look at that dishevelled piece of work.
on closer inspection, you realise that it's you yourself, staring into the mirror.
u've gone on such a long and taxing journey of discovery,
that u come home disbelievingly looking at a person whom u barely know.
it wasn't just the appearance, it was more than that, much more.
