Korean rice for dinner.

My mother so fucking spoiler... -.-

He's the only thing that keeps me same. Keeps me alive. Reminds me to open my eyes.

Time is frozen in my sombre and hushed world. The only respite is immersing into the memories of him.

I'm living in a memory, like a breathing story, like a life that has many passing yesterdays and irresolute tomorrows.

Feelings; they still exist. But is it a curse?

It takes a few minutes to accept that reality has taken over dreams.

I try to greet my parents but I pray for endearment.

Try to listen for the birds tweets, but I hear tranquillity.

Wake up in the morning and try to see the sunlight, but I see the dead of night.