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not to be the basic but i love falling asleep after a long day so i dream of really random scenarios then if this is what the gods want me to do, i eat chocolate biscuits in the middle of the night but i make small pictures on a paper using my ink and this september air makes me feel like christmas has begun

inside september i know the smell of the morning air at 4am after a heavy rain so i remember the scent of the cooked rice mom prepared for breakfast before nagging at me and then i go to class, but sometimes on the way to school or home i would pass by group of people laughing and i wonder if i would laugh too if i heard the joke

it's saturday and i could think of 'how do i make grape and egg together as a dish?' but i only think of how do i let you know how much i loved that beautiful evening sunset that i last saw with my grandfather when i was 9 and letting the waves bury our feet at the beach and because at that age i didn't fall in love with it enough and i am full of regret and you wonder how can i still remember that

but i'm currently alone in this house with my dogs but i'm in my room with only a lamp on and the playlists i am listening to and you are away right now and i think about how many things about you i know that i find beautiful and things about you that i have yet to know

so i'm contemplating about how i should get through the next weekdays without thinking of what my dinner will be after classes, don't get surprised but i end up eating eggs and nobody could tell whether it would be an omelet or scrambled or sunny side up or rolls once i take it out from its container but at night i talk to god about you and i ask him if he still remembers that day when i prayed that he will look after you and your family but was god ever listening to me?

you have come back from your therapy and needless to say i feel colorful again with you around and i hear my dog barking so i thought my family is home so i went to check but they aren't and i am here again

i turned off the music

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