I want to keep holding on but have nothing to grab.
I want to let go but have too much longing memories.
So here I am.
Kind of falling, but not really.
Kind of hitting the ground already, but not really.
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Evening Cup of Tea
PoetryI want to drink coffee but my stomach says no. They said, "At least you have an iced coffee!" But those sentence is not applicable for me. Here I am, lost in thoughts, feeling unwell, but have to drink a cup of tea instead of coffee.
