tiny little secret, let me whisper you my fiasco
that's the time when i fall in love with just one
and time turn so fast
just made all that fiasco turn into a thing called fortune
one but not a body
one but not a smile
one but not a hug
one but not a some

what if less are not mess, and mess are neat but not less
just hear the sound of summer
but it did not wake me up
silence is not a single goodbye
blur is not a kind of and end
death sentence is not a bad figure

when everything seems so unreal
maybe my head turn into something beautiful
that even myself just can be happy to feel it
but never know what is that
i,, kind of a stranger
walking through the door
running from a trash can
silly.

"no don't bite me! i'm single!"
just laugh anyway.




in a rough day.
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