I miss my space.. I miss my time alone.. I miss them because
they help me immerse myself, and ironically makes me celebrate the time of
being stuck with me.
I miss the times when I could go down the courts of my boarding school and just ride my rollerblades, letting the monotony of it overpower the numerous thoughts perturbing my head.
I miss the times when I could go down the courts of my boarding school and just ride my rollerblades, letting the monotony of it overpower the numerous thoughts perturbing my head.
I miss being able to go to the Valley, my favorite place for
self-reflection, and take pleasure in the magnificent view of the sunset.
I miss having the luxury to play basketball, alone at night, just shooting and dribbling my heart out.
I miss writing..
