Dear Balcony,
I envy you sometimes. Yes, I do. I know you're inanimate, mechanical, rough and a little too rigid. I, a human being who is capable of all the marvels of sense and sensibility sometimes do wish I could be like you for a moment or two especially when all you see and hear and feel around you makes you wanna jump off a cliff.
Morning has broken with the constant pour of hate and regret and painful screaming. The night ends so fast. The peace I've tried to capture and keep in my heart vanishes into thin air as my mother awakens me with her teary eyes and stories of repulsion towards my father.
My little brother runs around. To him, the quarrels are like early morning rituals. He's so used to it and worries no longer.
Things like these pull me towards you, Balcony. You're so serene. I want some share of your much-enjoyed tranquility. When I curl up in a ball, leaning on your extraordinarily comfortable walls, I feel home. You're embrace keeps away the noise of the commotion. You make me feel safe. You give me a sense of escape and nurtured my dreams into a new world that's away from here. You have the constant view of the millions of stars at night and when day comes, the sun's radiance enlivens you, receiving a tableau of colors that I envy so. How could you?
You're my favorite spot. I could stay in you for hours and not get tired. I stargaze in you. You've not entirely defended me from the caprice of the chilly air but you've given me enough warmth of solitude. Me and Mp3 is so grateful you're always ready to welcome us. Please stay.
And oh, thank you by the way.
I envy you sometimes. Yes, I do. I know you're inanimate, mechanical, rough and a little too rigid. I, a human being who is capable of all the marvels of sense and sensibility sometimes do wish I could be like you for a moment or two especially when all you see and hear and feel around you makes you wanna jump off a cliff.
Morning has broken with the constant pour of hate and regret and painful screaming. The night ends so fast. The peace I've tried to capture and keep in my heart vanishes into thin air as my mother awakens me with her teary eyes and stories of repulsion towards my father.
My little brother runs around. To him, the quarrels are like early morning rituals. He's so used to it and worries no longer.
Things like these pull me towards you, Balcony. You're so serene. I want some share of your much-enjoyed tranquility. When I curl up in a ball, leaning on your extraordinarily comfortable walls, I feel home. You're embrace keeps away the noise of the commotion. You make me feel safe. You give me a sense of escape and nurtured my dreams into a new world that's away from here. You have the constant view of the millions of stars at night and when day comes, the sun's radiance enlivens you, receiving a tableau of colors that I envy so. How could you?
You're my favorite spot. I could stay in you for hours and not get tired. I stargaze in you. You've not entirely defended me from the caprice of the chilly air but you've given me enough warmth of solitude. Me and Mp3 is so grateful you're always ready to welcome us. Please stay.
And oh, thank you by the way.
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