Today, I’m left alone in the house.And I feel a sense of peace knowing that I can be my own for a while. When a lot of people talk, it’s as if they’re pointing swords at each other — always aiming to win the battle. Thoughts clash, creating a web of chaos. I want peace, I want to be alone.
It’s a neccessity to be with myself, only thinking, deciding which word is best and writing my thoughts like I don’t care what the rest of the world has to say.
A little dose of nature — the cricket sounds and cock-a-doodle-doo’s from time to time, maybe — is all I need to hear right now. The crowd, the noisy minds — they don’t exist. At least not in this place I am now. This is the world of freedom at its silent hour. This is where only truth resides. It’s where everything is not out of reach for its light shines brighter than sun.
It’s untouchable but it exists. It’s unseen but it can be felt. Not with the skin but the soul.
This is my home.