I think I'm better of alone.
I guess it must be that way, why else would I find such joy in beeing like it.
Sitting alone in my room, when it's all dark outside.
I listen to the sounds of the night.
Listen to the wind and the rain that it pushes against the windows.
At first this place seemed all black, I couldn't see anything because there was no light.
But as the darkness settled in, I could see something again. Slowly, figures and forms started to build from the shadows.
And then I also saw the light, it showed through the curtains of my windows.
It was yellow and bright and when I lifted the curtains to peak just one eye outside.
It was beautiful.
It's a strange feeling, beeing alone. It feels horrible and wonderful at the same time.
It feels like smoke and like fire. It is light as a feather and hard as stone.
And as the dark fades away, slowly, pushed away by the sun and the brightness it gives, the world shines.
The curtains infront of my window are now seethrough. I can see the things that sourround me. See my desk, the plants that I haven't watered in months now. I see the mirror and my bed.
And I see how I sit in it. And through the light everything changed.
The air is warmer, the colours are brighter. The noise outside is now not rain but cars and people.
Everything is different, and my body aches.
Because I'm still sitting in this bed.
Because I'm still alone.
YOU ARE READING
The stupid life I have
RandomUsually I don't write down what I feel and think, but sometimes, when it's really quiet, the words come over me and fill my head. So I write them down, one by one. And maybe someone will read them, and finally understand what I want to say. ~ these...
