★𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐕★
I have been wandering.. in the streets from
some days during night... To get some rest
from my busy life... basically I use to brood
my thoughts about everything happening
around me and the more I think the more my
heart aches with pain...and like always I
head towards my favourite place.. The tree
house.. That place has been my closest
maybe because of the memories...or maybe
because of the person connected with it...I
miss him.. My childhood best friend...I
remember we both used to tag along with
each other the whole day..as if we are
couples...neither I nor him... No one wanted
to give up on..but time changes everything!
the tragic slap of time apart us far... They
day he left... was the day my smile vanished
with vapours in the air... I always try to sleep
on my memories related to him.. but I
couldn't or should I say l don't want to let
that happen...From that day till now I sneak
out from my house at night to get some piece
of tranquility and this tree house became the
best part of this escape...
