couldn’t sleep and woke up at 8am. thoughts rushing in with freight train momentum, a concave ceiling dotted with stars of people that i’ve met over the years, slowly descending but coming in all at once. i can feel the butt on my chair, but am transient in substance as the back of my mind is awash with faces of old acquaintances that greet me in a neverending stream of recollection. i wonder how they’re doing. are you out there?

in the strange morning silence comes a brief moment where i’m a passerby in my own life, a stranger to my own comforts.

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  1. ate

    shesh…we ARE related…you just wrote what i go through sometimes, many times…galing how u put your thoughts into words, bro…miss u

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