the night is getting late, and I’m still widely awake. maybe, writing few words will gently lead me to the dreamworld.
dear.,how time flies,.too quick to be grasped by everyone, including me.
how it is short and long at the same time,
how it is full and empty at the same time,
how it is slow and quick at the same time.
I just want to enjoy my happy moments right now. can’t you stop? please? I beg you.
this is killing me.
