...certain stillness as I walked back to my home tonight. As I traveled slowly through the rows of automobiles, I could hear the faint essence of flourishing parties, females talking among them, and the sweet white voice produced by the birds on campus, a regular event of a spring night succumbing to the freshness of a new day. Precipitation met my face, washing away the memories achieved tonight. I was centered. Each step closer to my dorm seemed to be losing its mass. The lighter steps propelled me farther to balancing myself as I reached the front of my dormitory.
The usual suspects stalked the entrance of my dormitory: Drunken students, particles and smells of cigarettes in the air and cheap, overhead lighting. Oh, did I forget to say that it reeked of bad decisions afoot? Oh, yea. That's just assumed. After that, everything became a blur. Sliding door. Stairs. Look for keys. Open door. Get undressed. Bed. And now I am here. Writing and reminiscing of how great walk can be at times.
Listen to: Fix You by Coldplay
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