Happy September guys! Now.. This month, I've something special in store. I was clearing a load of old files off my laptop and getting ready for a fresh start in the new academic year, when I came across a few untitled files here and there in random folders. In one particular folder, I found this one. Untitled and undated but complete. I don't know when it was that I just abandoned the file and left it there believing it was piece of junk. But now, I see it was much more than that. I think, when I was writing this poem, I was actually referring to the writing that's across my wall in my bedroom. These include inspirational quotes, life lessons, paintings of all my favourite childhood cartoons..and more, but that's not important. There are many things in life that makes one turn toward their imaginary haven, and long to be there. I feel a bit like W. B. Yeats, longing for Innisfree, but this is a little different. When I look at this photograph I see home.. Fu