Transit

I switched off my phone and made a stopover here to catch a breath, be alone, and spend some quiet time with myself, before heading off to my next destination for another round of tiring routine and endless responsibilities.

(Another Place, Another Bed, Another Lamp, SAME BOOK)

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Still reading the book.

Have now finished half of it, I mean—both the book and this far-away-from-home trip.

Gonna be back…soon…I hope.

Good Morning

In a roomful of pitch-blackness, I tucked myself under the blanket while trying to bath the bed lamp’s yellowish warmth and indulge in its moments of tranquility--just so I could lose myself in this book of yours in my hand.

(Bed&Book, instead of Bed&Breakfast)

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Somehow it didn’t feel as cold as it should be, probably because I packed and carried a piece of your prized possession along with lots and lots of memories of you + me.

A morning in the world of my own, with your voices in my head, and with this all-time-favourite book of yours—one of a few that you handed me without me even asking—one that you specifically insisted me on reading.

Ahhh, Sharing is Caring, perhaps.

Pangs of melancholy

Im now many many miles away from home staring at a phone set feeling like saying hi to somebody anybody on the other side of the line yet not knowing who the heck to call so now this very thought is kinda stuck in my head and will always remain as an unrealized idea as long as i dont pick up this phone in front of me and start dialing.

(What’s my lucky number? Who’s the one for me?)

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And…and…and,

I SORT OF MISS HER, PROBABLY A LITTLE TOO MUCH THAN I SHOULD.

Sort of…

And so, the phone stays untouched.