This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at TAMU chapter.
Where no day is sunless
And no night is obscure
And the tea on the table
Never gets cold
Where these walls we hug tight
Do not fall apart
And at our weirdest dreams,
We sigh and then laugh
Where blank stares
Have no power left
And hand in hand,
The murmurs we end
This our house that is miles away
From the sea of sand that into our eyes made its way
From the feeling of solitude that the waves brought to our feet
From the crowded place that made my heart feel empty