Home alone

Is there anyone in the dark?

Were there any lights? 

Was there any shadow?

Is there a lantern or a candle? 

Is there anything or anyone in this house? 

Or I am home alone.

Is there a soul in me?

Or I'm just a bare body plastered with monochromatic clothes of emotions.

Is there some food left today?

Or I have to drink the waterdrops that I've collected the previous night, before sleep. 

Am I going to be home alone forever or I'll be filled again, as in my childhood.

Maybe it's time to go and sit on the seashore, to grab some white translucent shells and collect some more light from the sun kissing the water, and also to study my own shadow appearing in the blue water.

Maybe it's time to release myself from all the worldly pleasure and to seek my own identity. 

Maybe it's time to collect water drops after rain, rather than before sleep.

Then Maybe, maybe I should add the color of the rainbow to my clothes. 

And then maybe, my bleached house turns into a bright and lively home and

 I start receiving some guests.