First night alone, first time, there’s always a first timeo

77 the year I born, 77  nights in my home away from home, and in this the 77 night my first night feeling alone. It’s hard to explain, how the warm can turn cold without a real reason but the reason is biggest than the need of feel your body and the touch of your skin. Maybe proud, maybe jealously the thing is that I’m alone in your company.

You’re sleeping, peacefully, deeply, ignoring what my mind randomly thinks…..I’m the only one feeling like this??