It's funny how you're in your own room but you don't feel at home. You don't feel like you're being yourself. You don't feel belong. Looking at things now, I don't know if I have changed or I have just found a little part of myself. Funny how I thought I had everything figured out. I thought I had everything sorted out.
The path of my life; I have carefully drew it inside my head. But no, nothing is going along my way. Somehow, the so-called path that I have created was hidden by the mosses that grew at the sides of it. Making it hard for me to see my path. The one that I have carefully created. I'm just glad though, that despite all these confusions, and this lost wandering soul of mine; I still kept one thing close for me.
Books. And now, that I have placed it beautifully on the rack, I know I could turn to them anytime I want to. Looking at them brings me peace. Among all the mess I have made in this life, at least there's one thing that is organised in my life. Them.
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