It's dark
but it's calming.
It's cold
yet I'm fine.
The silence makes me feel like a deaf
but it's relaxing.
That's my room. And I love it.
It's not that I don't want to go outside but,
being inside
makes me feel that I don't want anything more than this.
No I am not alone,
physically...
Emotionally and mentally? I doubt it.
I have lots of friends. They are outrageous,
silly,
funny
and warm.
We always have not just good, but awesome time together.
It's so awesome that it makes our jaw painfully awful because of laughing too much.
It makes our stomach hurt like hell but hey, we are happy anyway!
But after all that time, after everything is done. After we kiss each other goodbye. We all come to a point where we part our ways. Where we need to go back right where we really belong.
I walk alone on my way home. Seeing the bright sun as it sets. Watching some birds flying towards it. Witnessing this wonderful moment.
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As I reach our house the night already took the place of the dazzling sunlight.
My mom would smile at me like she used to be.
Smile like she really is happy.
