I woke up this morning to fingers of sunlight trying to enter my room. I lie in bed, wishing I could spend the day staring up at the ceiling and remember how we sat in the restaurant eating pork ribs and laughing together. Of how we told each other stupid things. Of taking the bus and walking to the convenience shop to get a drink before sitting down at the coffeeshop where the hot wind blew. Steam rose from the bowl of noodles you ate and we tell each other random things.

Of your life and family. Of your pain and anger. All the while I think of how beautiful my friends are and how they do not know that.

breathe // dream

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