Once again, I'm spending my Friday all by myself.

I sit inside and watch the rain make my windows cry.

"How I wish I could just run out there." I think to myself.

I would run.

I would run all the way to the person that would be waiting for me on the outside.

But who?

Who will wait for me?

If I run away, who will be there to embrace me?

No one.

No one will be there, and I know it.

So, I guess I'll just stay behind the window.

I'll continue to stay in the bed, alone.

Looking forward to next Friday?