Walked around these
cloudy streets of Liège, where I once again heard the familiar silence—peaceful,
unnoticeable, but powerful kind of quiet—the type that stirs and agitates within,
screaming the fact that I would later spend Christmas alone in some cheap hostel in Maastricht. This wasn’t the first instance I went through such thing
being a perennial runner-away-from-home type of person, but it’s not something
one can get used to eventually iykwim. Nevertheless, I survived, so it’s a
merry christmas after all.
