walking outside when the rain’s falling.. playing some songs loudly, and thinking.. that’s what I do when things turn out to be shits. but right now, 10.30p.m, my dad’s gonna kill me if I step my feet outside. and now, this is what I do, writing.

I really wanna go out, under my blue umbrella. blue? ah, so mellow.. I wanna be strong, but how strong the sponge could be? why sponge? because maybe it’s a representative of me. why? because, it’s perforated, light, absorbs, and presses..


I don’t even know what I’m talking about.


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