wind-up words

writing letters to people who are leaving

so bittersweet

10.02 am

Waking up late, (again).

Living in another place makes me hyper-aware of how I’ve become self-indulgent. I can’t tell whether this comes from the relaxation of being away from the forces of my home society, or from trying to balance out the constant imbalanced feeling of living as a foreigner.

oh well! nutella for breakfast again

i know it’s nighttime

and this feeling will be felt less tomorrow

but sometimes

i want a deep, deep love