my affections are temperamental
cause they are not meant for you
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a long walk from the bus stop to holland v
a welcoming breeze of chocolate aroma
waiting by the road of nus watching the soccer team from each hall train, quietly missing loved ones
den finding my haven in a strawberry cheesecake
solitude is my new best friend. as i meet more ppl in sch, i begin to sink deeper into myself. a maze of whirlpool awaits me at the bottom. it spins between the spectrum time. churning and swirling but never reallie touching the past, barely brushing by the present. only in standing alone that i can come to terms with such timelessness and feel a little less lost. these moments where i resurface to reunite into flesh and blood, they're never long enough.
it's a small matter
saying it's alright for someone to return you twenty cents when you helped them photocopy something
of course twenty cents is nothing you. not everyone is as rich you.
shit you know me for like three lessons?
and many other small matters.
vague sooty spots in my memory that remind me in my weakest moments with their repulsive stench.
funny, in the past i would never have thought of myself as the loner type
but den again, we all are.
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if my passions live on the edge of a pendulum den consistency would be my greatest gift for you. come back soon and sit with me, by the white washed swing of the cherry laden park
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