Sunday, 11 October 2015

"At Home" from 11.10.15

For the little amount of time we spend together, whenever we do, I feel so at home. You just seem to understand me.

So as we sit in the unrelenting sun and complain about friends and school, I feel the most at ease I have in a long time. There's no filter anymore, no constant background thought chains dictating every sentence.

We share with open hearts and I real sense of "screw it". What could the other do with our secrets anyway?

If I had to describe it, I would say that this is a moment in which I felt truly alive.

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