I run away everytime. To take my own time, and show up again maybe next season. Yet, I have been frequenting home very frequently. Eight days this month to be precise. The natural relief has been absent and that has been usurped by serious perturbations and tribulations every visit. The truth is, as Miss Congeniality pointed out, home is a fair bit more than just the faces and the walls enclosing them.
Hence, I want to be by myself. For quite sometime for now, if not forever. To sort out a lot of things. To seek shelter in my own logic, which is not welcome everywhere. To feed my hunger, which right now, is not satiated anywhere. To enjoy my own company, which is not at home when home. To keep the fires within burning, which the northern chills are overwhelming. Most importantly, to preserve my current form, for I am a staunch opponent of the practice of confirming.
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