orientation, hall 2 and dance make me forget many things.

which are all drawn back the moment i stepped into this familiar grounds.

like how moon draws water.

i hugged the air when i stepped into the lift.

trying to imagine that you're there for me.

i opened your closet and heaved a sigh of relief when i saw that your clothes are still intact.

it's like you've never left.

what am i doing?

disillusioned?

i felt that a penknife just slit through my heart

slowly, firmly.

leaking.