Rainy Monday night.
So sleepy. Wanna sleep. Wanna write. So much on my mind. Filled with ideas. Occupied with things I wanna do. Gotta find time to do. Only if there's 30 hours per day, another extra 6 more to sleep. I could do much more. I wanna finish fixing the bag I was sewing. That laundry I have to handwash. The gifts I haven't wrapped. That competition entry I haven't had a chance to think about.
The rain was splattering, a wind was blowing. They stopped. Ground is wet, air is still. I hear the planes leaving. I wanna go.
Painful ulcers. I have two. Where did they come from, I don't know? Too much Nutella or Kim chi overdose?
Laying in bed... listening. No one is talking. Only the fan blowing. My bedside streamers trembling. Then I heard the plane. Noisily passing through the clouds. I wish, I wish I am traveling somewhere again.
Tired. Tomorrow is another day.
Rain, rain, come again, come and stay another day...
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