Another drabble today.

Home. I supposed that home is a place where all of the lights and whites are. It is a place where fairy tales with happy endings are told, prayers are heard every morning and night, the fragrance of flowers of all sorts occupied the space, laughter and good words rang through the air, bright shades of colors painted the white wall and smiles grace everyone's features. Faith, peace, tranquility, upright, warmth, love, hope, wish, dream and angel. Those are words that describe what home is to me. And that's where my family and I belong to.
 

     But the moment I step out of the sacred place of light and white, that's when I discover the opposite side of the world. A place where all of the darks and blacks are. It's a place full of ghost stories with gruesome beasts and bad endings, broken bonds and crimson blood, foul smell of carcasses and lies plagued the dark street, cries and foul words are some sort of prayers, dull shades of colors stained the empty wall and no smiles deck their features, only smirks. Betrayal, war, chaos, evil, coldness, hate, despair, curse, nightmare and demon. Those are words that describe what outside world is to me. And that's where everyone's shadow and mine belong to.