Of Dealing...And Needing.

The orange sunset leaves me in a blue mood. Strange- according to the colour-theory, they complement each other.

It's time I headed back to my health-food. My hostel. The days(3 weeks, to be precise) I spent back home weren't exactly exciting...But things here felt like addictions. Some like indulgence.

I noticed, that whenever I came back, those voids called out to me. The corners in my house...They all held memories. The window sill, the computer area...Almost every corner held some memory. And they reached out to me. And, the worst part, if you may call it, is that I succumbed to them. I fell back into the voids, still finding my comfort. A strange sense of satisfaction in self-pity.

And then all of a sudden, reality breaks down on me. Now I have to get back to the hostel in a day. And I dread it. I abhor it. I want to defer it. Indefinitely.

I wonder if I should try not coming back as much as possible. But then, that would be avoiding things I must deal with altogether.

It's tough...

And...I still need that person in order to need myself.