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Saturday, August 27, 2011
walking home instead of busing.. is nice. im having the habit of walking home whenever i have some unresolved thoughts in my head. a cold breeze was blowing occasionally, my hands were cold. my heart was a little as well. i walked, and walked, and walked. at the first traffic light, i felt lifeless. like i was just existing. at the second traffic light, i felt tears. then i looked up. they went back in. sat at a bench beneath my block. looked up again. prayed. talked to bobo. song on replay since the beginning of the walk ended. home. indifferent is the word for now. care too much, sian. care too little, oso sian. so tough finding a balance. ~ |
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-Mayfish, Dance Drill.
