I Would Love To Write
in few hours, I would move away from the only place I have called home, permanently. I was born and raised here, so many memories. my footsteps in the wet cement floor cz I couldn't hold still till it dried. All my friends, and roaming the streets with them. all the festivals I celebrated with my neighbors. Everything I thought permanent slowly turned temporary, friends, relationships and even these walls I called home. And its so hard, packing up all your life in three days. moving to a place that's not own, hunting for a new house after. all this gives me the hibbie jibbies.
I am scared of changes, and I suddenly feel like a nomad which is scaring the shi!t outta me. But changes are constant, and I hope and pray to god, this one, BIGGEST, till now, would only be for the better.
And to the only guy who understands the nuances of these scary feelings, thank you, so much, for letting me crib and taking and putting up with the overload of pessimism. thank you a million time.
I am scared of changes, and I suddenly feel like a nomad which is scaring the shi!t outta me. But changes are constant, and I hope and pray to god, this one, BIGGEST, till now, would only be for the better.
And to the only guy who understands the nuances of these scary feelings, thank you, so much, for letting me crib and taking and putting up with the overload of pessimism. thank you a million time.
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