The night is gone
Autor: Velineyvra
And it's just something really special about being outside very late, when it's all light and warm, but no one around. Almost as if the world ended while I was looking in another direction, and now I'm the only one left. As I walk in the streets, all I can hear is the echo of my own footsteps, the wind, and birds singing in the trees. It's serene, in a way.
August isn't that far off. And when August comes, I'm going to move. It's not the longest distance, just four hours, but it still feels long. Away from absolutely everything that I know. Of course, I know people there, but that's like two in an ocean of strangers.
I suppose the trick is to stay true to oneself, even if that sometimes is hard. And get to know new people. That's going to be harder, I think. I'm a loner, it's no use denying it. I don't warm up to new people easily. And my idea of a great saturday evening, involves a huge cup of tea and a book.
All I want right now is freedom. I'll try my hardest to get it.
The dawn of the new day, eh?