A couple of weeks ago, I had a whole day alone to do whatever I wanted. My parents were at work, it was raining out and I didn't have any homework to do.
I walked to the library, my laptop and writing binder in my bag. It was quite when I got there and busy surprisingly, seeing that it wasn't even noon yet.
I spent the day listening to music, writing letters to my favourite teachers and writing out poems. I hadn't noticed the time go by, people leaving and going, the sky getting darker and darker. I was in my zone, my serenity bliss.
I was calm when I was there and untroubled because I did what I had to do with no interruptions. I was surrounded by people who were much like me, writers or students trying to finish their papers.
I walked back home in the rain too, adding to my serenity. When I got home, I made tea, lite up some candles and read in hardly lit room.
I had a day filled with serenity bliss and I hope that I'll have many more to come
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Solitude
PoetryJust writings I've done during late nights about aspects in my life and world issues, topped with some short stories.
