it was an afternoon in december when i found you in my favorite coffee shop.
while sitting on the corner and drinking your favorite iced caramel macchiato,
you were observing every people passing by like you're being amazed because of their business.
but your eyes says other than as supposed,
you look so tired and hopeless.
in front of you was the journal you used when there are lots of ideas coming into your mind.
it's as if waving at you, and calling you to write again.
but you cannot find any words to evince the emotional sensation you were feeling,
you never felt so paralysed before, so unable to write.
normally, words flowed out of your fingers like water but everything you wrote seemed stilted and wrong.
all of a sudden, you do not know how to write anymore.
i know you were trying your best,
but i realized that no words are enough to express the pain you're feeling.
