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
You almost break my defences.
So close but not close enough.
But i keep my shoes stick to the ground, Still.
I have to. For my sake.
I don't mind to recall and reroute the journey
When we were young. So young.
But that's just the ghost of us.
We don't have to be so romantic upon our aches.
I don't have to.
I know, i miss you too.
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