I’m going to Hongkong. I’m going to see its cinematic lights and hear the restless noises— the overlapping honks & chatters. I’m gonna let its bustling streets get hold of my spirit. The lonely cold air can join me, enough to balance out the warmth of sitting beside the love of my life. Lucky man. And maybe we get to sip our beers, or share one piece of thin cigarette. While he looks at me, I reminisce how my twenties taught me a lot of things.
when i realized how much i love loving, it scared me and tired me. with all the greatness that comes with love, i’m grateful to share the weight with someone who dared to be burdened
11:25 PM | but this was written months ago 4:01 PM | and this was in my drafts since july