My hair starts to clump on the floor. The clump on the floor doesn’t look as shiny as it did on my head. It seems sucked of life, as if its tie to humanity was the only good thing that ever happened to it.

Sometimes I feel like that. That being around people is the only thing that justifies life.

But then I remember the fluffy, cotton candy sky that smiles down on me in the heat of summer as I swing by myself on the secluded playground. I can almost hear the scrawny kittens meowing outside my door because they know I will feed them, and once they’re fattened, they will stop being scared long enough for me to stroke their tangled fur. There is a good book carefully propped on the top shelf and it smiles at me, knowing that I put it there because it’s my favorite to read on days when I feel the most alone.

It’s said that things don’t matter because what matters the most are the relationships you make with people, but those who say that have never perched alone next to a warm, kindling fire.

My hair sits in a clump on the floor. As I sweep it into a dust pan, it once again has a sheen that could rival polished silver.

It’s all about where the light shines.