Alone at last, sitting on a soft couch across the empty fireplace on a cold, windy day, with my feet taking comfort rubbing against the carpet, dreading the cold, wooden floor. The white translucent curtains lift as the wind rushes into the sitting area as I sip my morning cup of joe. The doors to the backyard are open, and I can hear the birds outside, probably perched on their usual tree. Such luxury cannot be enjoyed by the tenants of this house, them being away during the week and all, and this leaves me, enjoying everything they were blessed with: from the sitting area, the wooden chair outside, the balcony, the couch, and the bathtub. It's basically a modern home of my dreams; one I see only through Autocad. I am very lucky and extremely thankful for all this, yet it is unfair enough that I am left wondering where the sunlight went. I will take pictures of this place, and keep them in my memories forever.
I got an early birthday gift from my mom, and I kind of feel guilty about owning this. I just pray that it's not what I think it is. It's such a clean cut, and looks great on my color. ;)
I will probably head to the gym later, or the crater, or both. This is my summer, my winter, my vacation. I will take time to breathe in, and breathe you out of my system. You have intoxicated me for too long, and now you live inside someone I do not recognize. It's about time I left you in Africa for good, because I think it's dangerous to try to take what is not ours.
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