7.6.07
u were listening to the blasting music in your mp3, think somewhere along the line of " what i've done " by linkin park. then u walk down the corridors to your apartment and stop at the doorstep.
u off the music and take our the key. all is silence. the strange silence so unfamilar yet so thoughts provoking. u stop to think of what u had been doing the whole day outside. u start to have flashback of past incidents.
then u open the door to find an empty house. so dark and so quiet. u on the lights and it flicker a while before light wriggle into your small apartment.
strangely, thats how i feel everytime i come home.