i woke up from a bad dream, where my dinner order came out as a few strands of pasta with one being orange in colour. i think it was shrimp flavoured. i also got captured and somehow killed on a bus. they were letting a person go each stop, but when it got to mine, they killed me instead. but even after they killed me, i was alive.

it’s one thing to let go of a person. it’s another to let go of the memories. but how do you get rid of that changed part of you, the part that’s been damaged by it all? 

i can’t believe i never know what to say when you have multiple strings of words flowing from the depths of your passion. but you assure that i’m the best even with the forced hesitant stutters i manage to pull out of me. but even then, it’s how you say it not what is said. maybe i am incapable of speaking the words that ignite you, and this makes me feel like i’m a horrible lover.

i want to live somewhere inspiring, above a noodle shop perhaps with a coffee shop nearby as well as a chinese bakery. and there has to be lots of green stuff everywhere.