There was a storm earlier today. The wind blowing really hard and the rain start wetting everything that it touch. Everyone look so damn uncomfortable. But me? I somehow feel comfortable. I kinda feel like this is the place where I belong. That fact kinda shock me. Am I really that different? Somehow, I feel save at the storm. The sound of the wind that banging the window as well as the door. The wetness is calming me. I am not sure why I could feel save. I mean the atmosphere is heavier, but somehow, it lifts my spirit. Weird, huh?
When the storm has finally stopped, I feel empty and insecure. I hate it. I know that most of the people feel more comfortable when the storm ends. But not me. I feel lonely when the storm ends.
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