feel the need to quickly express my love for this room:
I love how lonely my room is; it craves for my company, this oddly shaped space tucked in a corner of the 19th floor
This is my sanctuary, this quiet, private, calm space, a bubble. It hears footsteps and occasional voices, but never the sight of human disturbance.
On lovely breezy afternoons i lie on the bed with the door wide open, and feel such gratitude for so much privacy i can enjoy in this cool open space.
Granted, there are times where i feel as lonely as the room and wish one of those footsteps would get louder instead of disappear - or perhaps, for a bag of surprise that would find its way on the door knob.
Well, people generally show up just to disappear in a while. This room finds one or two (rather) frequent and different visitors each semester - and becomes a bubble for two when light sleeps, drunk on darkness.
A door creaks open, but nothing is headed my way - no need for a squeezed smile or random utterances of noises. The fan spins steadily while i nurse my backache on this lovely afternoon with the phone and laptop tucked away.
How will i ever move out of here... Not to mention how wonderful a view it has of the town green, src, erc and burning flames from the oil refineries TEMBUSU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
(22/7, 3:30)
I love how lonely my room is; it craves for my company, this oddly shaped space tucked in a corner of the 19th floor
This is my sanctuary, this quiet, private, calm space, a bubble. It hears footsteps and occasional voices, but never the sight of human disturbance.
On lovely breezy afternoons i lie on the bed with the door wide open, and feel such gratitude for so much privacy i can enjoy in this cool open space.
Granted, there are times where i feel as lonely as the room and wish one of those footsteps would get louder instead of disappear - or perhaps, for a bag of surprise that would find its way on the door knob.
Well, people generally show up just to disappear in a while. This room finds one or two (rather) frequent and different visitors each semester - and becomes a bubble for two when light sleeps, drunk on darkness.
A door creaks open, but nothing is headed my way - no need for a squeezed smile or random utterances of noises. The fan spins steadily while i nurse my backache on this lovely afternoon with the phone and laptop tucked away.
How will i ever move out of here... Not to mention how wonderful a view it has of the town green, src, erc and burning flames from the oil refineries TEMBUSU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
(22/7, 3:30)
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