SoLiTuDe by .:ning:.
Today I was walking to the Jelita bus-stop after my Lit paper to get home. Most of the time I don't have to, 'cos I'm a lucky girl with a mum who can pick her up. But she's not in town - so. I like walking. But I have to do it solo since most people I know just head straight for the MRT.
I really don't mind walking alone. It's kind of fun even if I don't get along with me all the time. The day I was headed home after guitar camp carrying my bag and well, B.A.G. (Big Annoying Guitar, obviously) because my dad had entered the hospital all very suddenly and my mum of course had to go with him. I was just coasting along - it was around 7, maybe, so the sun was setting, the weather was very soft and cool with the wind just whistling through the big trees lining the road down Henry Park. Feeling very content just being alive, and wondering how my dysfunctional family always stays together even in times of crisis (don't take dysfunctional too seriously)... and every time alone is a little bit of rehab and time to think.
But today... I just felt lonely. Strange, no? Maybe the air changed.