May 15, 2005

• You know what i miss. I miss those quiet summer nights where i just so happen to walk half an hour to a nearby starbucks in my flip flops and carefully pick a seat in the room where i know along with my tea, i will comtemplate for the upcoming hour or two about.. mm nothingness. Reminisce, confusion, anything. Anything that will just bring back that “still” feeling back, as if time is once again, in my hands and someone is just waiting for me somewhere, just waiting and waiting — for me.

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