There it is again

I'm getting that feeling again. 

Staying inside all day. Seeing someone that reminds me of the past. Sitting in silence. Boredom. Sleeping. Droopy eyes, walking around in animal covered clothes. The sun making my room orange. The white bowed girl on my computer. Mustiness. Waiting for someone to come home and take space. The urge to cry. Stuck in waiting mode. Feeling trapped in this home, longing out the window, feeling the breeze on my face. Reminding me I'm alive. 

I miss this feeling but I hate when it isn't there. I long for the peace and yearn for chaos. 

I'm hungry.