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Welcome home. You look so tired. Come on here. You don't have to take your shoes off. Yeah, put your bags there and bring that pillow with you.
Look at the stars. They look so pretty twinkling above the night sky, as if it shines fort the two of us. Doesn't it make you feel small? 'Cause it always does to me. Whenever the moon gleams like the old vintage flashlight Uncle Ben had, it always siphon the resting soul in me. The stars, oh those beautiful diamonds of the darkest nights. They look like shining bubble wraps, waiting to be popped by someone's dirty little hands. Doesn't it make you feel so alive? 'Cause it always does to me!
Ironic. Honestly, I don't know why I'm still here. It's as if I'm taken out of all the things that matters to me. It's as if left alone in the world to feel lonely and afraid and angry. It's as if I'm alive but not living at all. It sucks, yeah it really does. I don't know when to cry, when to laugh. I don't know myself anymore, and sometimes I miss it.
Ironic. Part of me loves to feel this silly vague feeling. I am not happy, but it feels comfortable. I don't have many friends but it's reassuring. I mean, having less friends is having less drama and deceptions. You get it? I have moments where I don't want to do anything and just easily give things up. I don't know why my am I like this but it kinda makes me feel awesome. I don't know where I'm going but I know where to cry and it is in this corner under the blanket of the midnight stars. I don't know who to trust but at the very least, I have you.
I have you in this particular moment. I have you, even when the crescent moon turns full. I have you, in the times I am lovable and in times I am not. I have you, even when the world is crashing us like a ton of bricks. We just sit, and ask about our life turning to whatsoever. We just lay in here, seeing the world being happy. We just sleep, dreaming of a better place we could live. We can't walk away from the pain of the past, but we could jump into beautiful moments of the present. We knew that life just gave us unfathomable sorrow, but we always see and feel the heady sunlight touching our beaten tanned skin. We have each other, and that's fairly and oddly enough.
I need you in my life, but you told me about selfishness and what it does. I found you, but I knew that you have a life before me. So if you want to walk out and stare at the indigo night sky at someone else's room, I will not fret nor be in tears. I know in myself that I can't keep you in my grasp forever. You are splendid, young, and beautiful. I am old, dumb, poor and lonely. If you ever slip into my fingertips, that's because I didn't hold you with very brute force. You are free to live your own life without me. You are welcome to explore more, to live more. You don't have to stay and listen to my dramas every single night you come into this wreck called home. You are free, my love. You're free to find more about life even without me in your side.
I just want to have one favor to ask; nobody would miss me if I would leave, so please don't forget me.
If you ever leave, I would really miss your smell, for you smell like home. I would miss you, really really bad, but it's the best I could have.