I was on my 2㏂ thoughts, And it was all about you. I wonder how have you been. Whole day without me, Perhaps the best time of yours and better than the idea of "us". The picture of it made myself cry to sleep. A sleep of sorrow forced to repress ── *heavyhearted, depressed, low-spirited
Am working on the second part of this piece and it is about the misadventures of repressed emotion. Hope it will end up as I wanted it to be.