We'll dress up like puppets, queens, nutella, and your favorite Game of Thrones character
We'll dress up like what we've been planning to for almost a year now
Finally, today arrives
And for tomorrow, we'll dress up like what we've been always put up with
The truth
But just for today,
Can we dress up like a pair?

In any case
I'll still turn to you
Kiss you lightly
Tell you softly
"You're free to go."
I'll pray for smooth roads
And for your water to last at least the flight
But you'll have my tears inside your pockets
Love letters under your shelves
The curtain rises
Another day without your face
But your skin lingers
Through the wind
Surrounded by the clouds
Far away, near the stars
And so the plane can't reach

It was a long ride going home. The distance didn't matter cause it was the solitary moment. I couldn't see what's outside clearly because of the windows, but I see enough to make me feel safe inside. The cars pass as the people inside them: driving, sleeping, texting, singing, or like me, staring blankly at something intangible- air. It was a long ride going home, not because of the distance, but the countless thoughts that reminded me of you. I see you everywhere, or I just tend to assign you to some things that could somehow remind me of you. Oh the color red, that was what you wore one time we met for dinner. Look at the stop sign, it's red, like the shirt you wore one time, right? Remember, dinner together? Roses are red. "Red" is how you pronounce the past tense of Read. Red's now my favorite color, when I don't even see it as one anymore. 'Cause when I see something red, I'd always immediately associate it with you. Funny how things could symbolize people. Maybe it's something I purposely do. Because even if I think about something else, I don't want you think it's not you.