Fun

(Written on 28 November 2009)

They're downstairs whilst I'm up
I went outside before
And the cold wind felt good against my face
In a sense, stopping my tears from escaping - if that were possible.
But the cold breeze hit my legs in shorts
And I hurried inside.
Well, that was part of the reason.
The other part was coz the sound of laughter was too much.
Hearing the happiness against my saddened thoughts contradicted my mood in a sense
And so it had me rushing inside to find my earphones
I've got Thom on repeat now
And I've blocked out the rest of the world.

... At least until that bedroom door bursts open and it's time for me to stop writing and join in on the 'fun'.

Peace,
chauie
'In the night, I hear them talk the coldest story ever told. Somewhere far along this road,' - Heartless, Kanye West