today felt like a jagged dream.
i walked kanchu in the garden, boiled maggi for mamu and rested my eyes some more, longing for a dream in which you're not walking away with a guitar slung over your shoulder and a rucksack hugging your back, never hearing the sound of my voice.
but when i shut my eyes, am back in that place again, where i always always feel like i'm chasing after a train that's speeding out of the platform.
i walked kanchu in the garden, boiled maggi for mamu and rested my eyes some more, longing for a dream in which you're not walking away with a guitar slung over your shoulder and a rucksack hugging your back, never hearing the sound of my voice.
but when i shut my eyes, am back in that place again, where i always always feel like i'm chasing after a train that's speeding out of the platform.
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