i looked at dad's passport, which has yet to expire.

i stroked my dad's photo.

almost instantaneously, i felt a deep hole in my heart.

it'll never be gone.

i wonder sometimes.

how many deaths can i take?

i realised i need to take a lot of deaths.

is it better to die early?

坐在床头的一角

我忽然好想你再一次拥抱我。

再一次，又感到心裂开了

i can't believe that i'm jealous of anime characters (PSI 3rd level)

complete happy family. with a kitten.

simple as that. and i am jealous of them.

that was my past.

and i'm jealous of my past.

when i was with my friend waiting for her dad, i thought it felt strangely familiar.
when i saw my friend calling her dad, i thought it looked strangely familiar.
when i saw my friend slid into her dad's car, i thought it looked strangely familiar.
when i heard the old canto songs yesterday at JP, i thought it sounded strangely familiar.
when i heard the last song you heard, i knew it was familiar.
far too familiar.
it's the sound of melancholy. and death.

it's not the first time tearing on the bus amongst the crowd. silently.
emotion admist emotions.

i don't know where i'm heading. but once it stops, i know i'll see you.