In journeys, I write..

A ride under the crescent moon sky..
Something about going back home gets me all emotional..
It may not be the most comfortable ride or a smooth road even, yet if u keep ur eyes open...u can see a lot of beautiful things.

U see humility wen fences made of dried leaves pass u. Wen goats n cows cross ur path n the busdriver almost trips u down braking the vehicle to save their lives.

Yu see love..when the calf drinks from its mother...wen a newly wed hold hands n get into the cafe...wen an old grandpa shares his drink with the old grandma...wen dad addresses mom as 'd'ey!!' like shes a little kid...

U see beauty..wen u look at the dark cerulean sky decorated with stars far across and high above painted with a crescent moon..when ur niece spins  with joy simply because yu said she was yur princess :)

U see happiness..wen u see an old man enter his tattered house n hug his wife n give her his earnings for the day..wen his children leave their toys and run n jump over him n hug him...

U see contentment..wen u hear laughter..from a house that merely looks like a house but for sure is someones home...

U see curiosity n excitement wen u cant view the afar..due to the darkness of the pitch black night..

U see life..
Only if u open your eyes...