Every time I need moments to be alone, I always go back here. Maybe because it's a familiar place, maybe because my heart feels comfort here and that I don't owe anybody an explanation why I feel these feelings. People may fail to see and I may fail to make them understand, how telling all these things here makes me feel a little better. Maybe because it's like a best friend to me. Maybe it's because this place is like the walls in my room that will just absorb everything that I will say and maybe that's all I ever needed. Or maybe not. Maybe.














