Everything that I am.

I just realized something today,

It's not the place. It's the people who you're with.

I keep wondering what it feels leaving this city. My runaway reverie.. A place when everything started. Although I've said gazillion times the other place is better than this fair ground I'm standing, but truth is, I don't know if I can live elsewhere. Is it selfish to call it home? Imagine leaving on the next morning sun, I'm suddenly heartbroken. In here, I have the place. There, I have the people. I can't decide.


When the sun shines so brightly in the east shore, Where would I go?