Being alone is sometimes peaceful, but today the silence is suffocating.
Maybe I'll take a walk.
I'm sitting here trying to fill the silence with open doors and music, but it just doesn't feel like the comforting chaos of home. I have grown so used to feeling this way at three in the morning, but this is the first time I have ever felt like this with the sunlight glaring back at me.
It's so warm outside. Like a mother's wisdom when your own wisdom fails. Or like the feeling that you get when you see a friend after months of not seeing them. I've seen that a lot today. People coming and going with smiles and tears and hug after hug in the blistering sun. I can't help but think back to the cold and how blissful it was, mostly because you were there.
But I've heard that things grow and flourish in warmth.
Maybe I'll take a walk...
Maybe I'll take a walk.
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