and u asked why i am sad.
i am not.
it's just that sometimes being an observer in life makes u feel things.
things beyond comprehension.
and flooding.
like one hundred million light bulbs flashing at once.
and i got lost in the middle of this brightness.
and can only stood there.
it's helplessness.
not sadness.
if you had smelled the same air i smelled and tasted what it tasted like,
then perhaps you will fathom what i am saying.
the air that day is still.
madly still.
and quiet.
deathly quiet.
there exist a freshness in the air that i have not smelled in a long time.
but in it carry a stench of fear and horror.
and i feared that if i shout out loud.
no one would answer.
because either i am dead.
or everyone else within range is.
p.s. everything's okay.
it's enjoyable.
the day.
and happy birthday joanna.
for the last time for the next 364 days.
happy birthday.
long.
3.40am
MY RIGHT BUTT STILL HURTS.
