Disclaimer: Wrote this back in September 2016. One of those quiet moments in my room just few months in after we moved to our new home.
I like it here.
I like how it's dark and the only light I see are from the lampposts outside, seeping in through my window.
I like how quiet it could be, how calming it is.
I like how I look at the night sky—sans stars, but as long as the dark shade of blue is there, it's fine.
I like how my thoughts come together, even if I don't have to.
I like to stay here, lying down the cold floor, staring at the ceiling.
I don't need help, I can rescue myself.
Give it time.
I like it here.