I don't go out much. I prefer staying in the house, where it is nice and comfortable.
Gaming.
Reading.
Playing the piano.
Drawing. Watching.
Eating.
Sleeping.
This is my survival guide 101; any and all of these helps me get through the day. All I need is enough food and electricity, and I'd survive. People ask me:
"Isn't that a difficult life?",
"Don't you find your routine boring?"
"Is that all there really is to it?"
All I can really say to these is that, if a zombie apocalypse would come, if the sun hits the earth, if a tsunami comes, I'm probably one of the few who'd die happy. I don't need the outside world, I never did. If someone ever asks me where my favorite place is, the answer would be simple. My own home. Safe from the world. Static. Never changing. Constant. Monochrome.
To the person who asks this question, my answer would always and forever be, my own home.That is...until I met her.
She has Auburn colored hair, with a smile perpetually on her face. She walks like flowers blooming in Spring, yet is still as graceful as the falling Autumn leaves. She talks so casually to everyone, as if they are all family. Like she has known them her entire life. She is as bright as the sunrise, yet as elegant as the sunset.
So there I was, caught in the middle of her fantasy, of the wonderland she seemed to posses. We got closer (don't ask how), to the point that we go out whenever we have the time.
I sacrificed the normal and comfortable life I lived in my house and followed her instead. At first it was difficult, keeping up with a woman who seemed to have borrowed legs from a cheetah. Yet I continued walking, speeding up my steps every time. Hoping to catch up with her one day, hoping that we could meet eye to eye one day.
A lot of hurdles stopped me. The storms never ceased. The woods only got thicker. The ground only became, harder to tread on. The sky wasn't always bright. And noises followed me everywhere I go. Telling me I can't catch up with her. Telling me that I will never be enough. Telling me to give up. Yet I didn't. I kept on walking...
on...
and on...
and on...
Then it happened.
I arrived.
She was there waiting for me. Piercing me with her eyes that contained the universe. Smiling with mirth that whatever I went through seemed painless. Holding me, like she waited for me her whole life. And that might just be it. She is the destination I have been waiting for. Colorful. Electrifying. Amazing. Unique. She is my new answer.
My new home.
My favorite place.