listening to: maximo park - going missing

I have been in utter solitude for the past few days.

I never realised how much I needed to be alone, completely alone and packed fifteen floors up in an area no one really wants to drive to. I love what it’s done to my head, I love what it’s done to my heart, I love the confidential pain and I love the silent bliss, I love what it’s done to my self-initiative, house-cleaning skills, & sunset-watching skills. I love not driving, that I nearly forget how I sound like, and that my handphone has been dead for a day.

As much as I love it though, I need to go home now. There is a process I have been going through, one I’ve gone through many times before. It’s over now, so there’s no reason for me to stay.