The view outside my window

I hear all these people screaming with joy. I can see how everyone’s face is beaming with excitement and joy thinking about their life long friendships.

Here I am, looking out of the window, speaking to myself, smiling today for the first time in a very long time.

I can see a land full of grass and a flock of goats hovering around. Cold breeze touches my face and ruffles my hair. All I can think about is how I want to jump out of the window and go there.

It’s funny how I have always loved this thing, to sit and just keep sitting at a lonesome place, talk to no one, and find myself getting lost within myself. At times it feels like I don’t belong here, at times it feels like I don’t belong anywhere. Or maybe nobody in this world belongs to me.

All I can think about is the night which is going to follow this day where I can be myself just around myself. Honestly, I

don’t have any problem with people around me. Though lately I’ve started being a repellent when it comes to people. But then I feel like I don’t need to feel like this always. Maybe it’ll change. Maybe it’ll go away. Maybe I’ll find someone whom I belong to. Or maybe it will always stay like this.

Maybe this loneliness will not hurt this much on the other side. Since there will not be anyone to expect from. It will only be me. And the wind will not feel so cold anymore. The grass will still be green, and I’ll finally be sustained and that too without belonging to anyone.