I never really understood when actually did I start feeling most comfortable alone. Have never been that introvert but when things become as they have now, nothing seems enough to cure it or make me feel that good. I wake up fighting the urge to sleep more. More and more.. until the sunlight goes off again. But I wake up, anyway. Try to pass the whole day doing what comes along. Even the smallest thing, such as keeping the newspapers neat and well, seems to be taking much more time than it should just so it'll decrease the time I have to pass. Until the sunlight goes off. With every passing minute, everything I do, I hope for the setting Sun and the darkness later.
The evening. And then the night! The night and the stars in the sky. The stars that accompany the cold wintery breeze that awakens my heart and soul.
I'm not a Christian but Christmas is something I want to celebrate just like Christians do. Its December and it feels so inviting even if its gonna be the end of this year. There is sadness inside, as far as I know but the night brings along something that makes me feel that I just learned to do that. To feel.