the nearly forgotten wound, rediscovered all of a sudden, had salt poured on it- 1st in a small tea spoon, 2nd the whole bottle.
and then.. scream.
silence.
and u reflect, again.
that is what i like to do: i sit in a corner of a room, close my eyes, and see the world go by. I realised that it's not about the things that happen but why and how it happens. and with that, i reveal my thoughts.
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