a simple walk home never brought on a greater onslaught of emotions.
memories of other walks home, the company, the setting sun.
it's a slightly bitter taste. but like a dish of bitter gourd with egg, it has to be finished. (i do like bitter gourd with egg though)
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today, i watched ants scurry up and down a black and red wooden shelf. they seemed so busy and self important. but all they did was run up and down over the same stretch of wood. or maybe i'm not observant enough. or my presence disturbed the observation as ants might not be used to a sixteen year old girl with messy hair leaning over them.
today, i came home and found that there was nothing to eat. well, it has been going on for quite a few days and i should take it as a sign that i shouldn't snack excessively but rumbling stomachs are hard to ignore.
today, i saw my life yesterday and tomorrow. today, i saw myself in the tracks of the busy ants. today, i