The first hit

Back at home. Back to basic.
My old room at my parents changed.
The old walls with childhood memories are now bright white.

Sitting on my bed I realise that this was my decision.
To be alone again.
The feeling of being alone on the world creeps in my mind.
And I can’t let the thoughts go that he is alone to.
It scares me.
It makes me feel guilty.

I’ve been stupid and childish.
24 years old and have grown life with adventures and memories.
But that doesn’t make me grown up and mature.