day 5- behind close doors. i hear laughter and see smiles behind close door but i enter not. cant i enter? i want to hear none of it. the doors and rooms should be at my side, but why arent they? the only thing tt was left for my quietness was robbed away. why. the moon always bring sadness to me.

wats the definition of home? why does mine not feel lyk one??? i rather stay out in the cold than feel the coldness in the house... i rather be busy, i rather be preoccupied the whole day with no rest, no time wasted on, on..