from my notebook: dated sept 21, 2008
i would hear muffled roar of traffic and most of the time i find myself standing infront of my window, my arms spread wide, holding on to each side of the frame. while i look outside in that position it feels like as if i'm holding a piece of the outside world. all the trees, part of 309, the rooftops, my neighbors windows outlined on the glass between my two bare hands.
is this the sight i want to see every morning? or every night before i go to sleep?
ofcourse i still miss home. but somehow, i find peace in being all by myself. anti social? no. more like i'm loving my independence.
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