the territory

previously i wanted to have some meaningful moves in Korea but i realized something and i changed my former ideas. a little more contact with my inner heart instead of my brain would probably make me stay but i think poor people would come home. because home is free for me. but my plan was not going as i expected. i just planned to give my dear parents a big surprise but it was so not fun at all in my case. i do not know what made them so worry about me. i love to be no bounce no responsibility no worry. the fortune teller told me that i was having a long healthy life, so my safety should not be an issue for my dear mythical mom, they almost called the police to capture me, the feeling of being worried in this way was not good. i wish i would be a drop of water, disappearing in the sun and attributing into sea secretly.
in family i would rather be ignored than be tortured like a prisoner. but sometime else ignoring would transfer into the most torturing thing. what should i call this case? it is kind of magical transfer.
home was sweet and warm for most harmonious family. me too. i love my cozy territory, my dear room my bed my desk my air. my parents seemed to be happy although a very simple welcome back dinner was not very expressive. i knew them so well that i did not highly expected their feast. they were so restrictive not expressive to me.

home is good. i am feeling sleepy after dinner , spring out my feet and waggling in bed sweet in dream. god bless me a dreamland home.