h.o.m.e.

Such a hot day today. It's like we're put in this giant pot that is put in the oven. It makes everyone's emotions high. It melts my mood away.

Home. Why does it feel so far away? It's the same harshness, it's the same weather, but it's not the same feeling.

One of my eyelash fell off. Someone's missing you, they say. But I don't even care about that anymore. All I know is I'm missing everything and everybody.

My little cocoon feels lonely. My bed feels tough. My desk feels unmade. My cooking feels cold. My fridge feels cruel. I feel blue.

I have a calender on my desk. At times I like to look at it. At other times I want it to vanish. Time moved so slowly these days. I want time to fly like it used to.

I realized life will never be the same, that I should grow up and accept the fact that this is life, now. But all I can think of is when will I be at the comfort of my home again?

-04/03/16-