Night Walk.

I went home on Christmas. I was in my parents’ house for three days. How strange my town was to me. Every time I go there’s something new. Streets are changing, shops are changing, I am changing…

I was walking home the other night, after a dinner with my friends. I didn’t go straight home, I just walked around, surrounded by night half-light. I walked slowly, looking at the old buildings of the centre of the town. There was nobody, just as I like it. So many memories came to my mind. Some were better than others, but it was really good to remember. Old loves, old friends, old avenues, old benches... Everything seemed old.

I’d want to go back home, if I had a home. I don’t feel home anywhere. I’ve always wanted to find my place in the world. I’ve always felt I didn’t belong to anything, to anywhere.

I feel just embarrassed to write now, because there is one person who knows about this blog. One person who knows me has read everything I’ve written. Maybe he won’t read it again, but maybe he will. Of course it was me who told him about this, but maybe I shouldn’t have done it!

Yes, he’s my blue eyes.