squirrel.

the squirrels like rainy days, i guess

they live in the concrete city

in a tree beside their home, i guess

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you love rainy days, yes

you live in the concrete city

in a home beside their tree, yes.

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you're a squirrel, you play in the rain.

b-day.

what is a bad day to you?
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the day you woke up late and late for work
the day u ran off key on the stage
the day you planned the best vacation just to find out that he couldnt make it
or the day you waited for her at the bus stop you both supposed to meet but she didn't come?
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ah, i don't know how to describe my bad day.
i left the house with excitement
but i turned off the lights and went to bed with dissapointment
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if i could replay the day again, just like a song,
oh, i would press "pause" on 0:07
if only i knew whats on 4:17

pictures.

Picture.

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phone call in the busy street

pot plant beside the 14" screen

blank stare in the lift

donut in the traffic jam

aroma of coffee in the office

3'3 on my left wrist

wireless in starbucks

me in formal dress

fake smiles in chilly conference room

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you get the picture?

words.

If everyone has superpowers in them

mine would be mind-reading.

there are more than 600,000 words in the dictionary

but we still run out of words.

but communication is always beyond words, isn't it?

i can read minds, im almost certain

but

i reached a point where i couldn't read my own.

N.

its 5 minutes to midnight, and im writing this on my bed because the night is too bright for me to fall asleep.

i cant fall asleep nicely if there's any source of lights, u know.
the sound of the ticking clock is my lullaby,

but it wont get me off to sleep. u know.

the sky is lighting up too soon, u know,

the stargazing session is not over yet,
we havent even finish counting the stars. glitter.

can i chase the blanket?
can i chase the blanket with shiny twinkle little stars?

countless stars, nothing shines upon,

shortest night.
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chasing stars.

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;'.

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listen, hush.

moonlight falling on the ground.

good night, sleep tight.

intangible.

intangible.

what is that.

what is something when you can't see or touch it.

there are so many things that words cant describe.

more than meet the eyes.

money cant buy.

a substance everyone carries,

a possession everyone's looking for.

9,5.

im on the verge of falling into a routine
routine makes you forget what you are supposed to remember

i want to fall asleep with the guitar
want to give the little girl in yellow 5 bucks
want to hear "im fine" from many people no matter they're doing fine or not.

im trying not to forget you, me.
altho the one who appear in the mirror now is telling me
"hey you're better off seeing me"

trying so hard to remember without me realizing it.