My super dungeon, my best companion, my glasses, my cup of coffee.. eehm what else.. uhh my writing book and pen. that's all i need to make me feel sooo comfort. and i start to looking for my sense of humor which is God make me have to find it and searching a bit hard somewhere. Sometimes i have to ride my bike someplace. In mountains, forests, lakes, beaches even suburbs and downtown. I lost sometimes. i kind a like this journey. ehhm.. what was i looking for? ooh yes.. My sense of humor
Everyday rerun the memory of past
Try remember the details
What have been missed out and not yet done
Everyday try to find the mistake
Recall the memories
everything is right
Everything is good
No defact, nothing
But it always gone wrong
It always gone false
I have been missed out all the things
All the years
All the time
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