As I cross the bridge, I feel the cold breeze penetrating my bones. I’m heading home, but I don’t know where home is. I seat on the bus and wonder where life is leading me to. The future seems far yet so close. My brain, scared and frail shivers in the cold – but Oh, how I love the cold. It’s when I feel the safest.
I close my eyes just as soon as I close the front door. As I sigh and embrace my life, I look at my reflection and ask myself: What am I living for?