Forgettable

Today I experienced the augmentation for the first time in my life. Abeit it is not much. Did I feel happy? No. Did I feel upset? No. I told myself I'm witnessing my significant historical moment of my life, I should at least feel something different so that I could tell the past me how it was like to be on this phrase. However, these numbers couldn't awaken other emotions in me. They are just numbers for me now. The low self-esteem-me never imagined I could be capable of holding those numbers in my hands. Hey you did it, you are capable for more.  Just another busy day. At the end of August, I did appreciate I survived another month. Thank you, universe.

Il y a l'amant d'après midi. L'amant de la nuit. L'amant du printemps. L'amant d'hiver. L'amant de la silence. L'amant qui est jamais existé pas. L'amant vivant dans la tête sans contrainte. L'amant de l'amour. L'amant du plaisir. Mais Il n'y a pas  Aucun  L'amant de moi.

Box, I need a box, not a Pandora's box, just a medium sized box, yeah, better a wooden one, to give all the little stuff I like a safe home.  Box, I'm thinking about where to find such sort of box. Will my favourite one be too expensive like everything else I like at first glance to be affordable? Yet, I need a box. Box. A safe home.

In the afternoon sunlight, I hold a small succulent in one hand, and them in the other hand, all the way from the convenient store to the flower pot on the balcony. This is the first succulent I have ever had.

“Death can take me away from you, but can't stop me from loving you.” Something I saw in another language. I like it, so I translate it.

12 a.m., I finished cleaning the battlefield. I sit here, the reek of dead shrimps suffuses around me, albeit I have wiped the floor covered by the trash from the overturned trash bin, twice, with soda.  I was not here when it happened, but nobody cares about the air they breathe, I'm not sure how long the garbage will stay on the floor if I don't come back at all.  Sitting in the silence of darkness, I struggled to not imagine where they were when it happened.   How can I take them away without further concerns? How to terminate the problem for good? Human beings are bestowed the magnificent brains but not all of them function probably, or for some better purposes.  Hey, the one who plays the string, why did you put me to chew the hardest shit to the degree that my basic human rights are deprived in 2024?  For what?!  Why me?!

She showed me a photo of the orchids in full bloom at her windowsill.  One was pink, the other was purple. She said she liked the purple one the most because of the chubby petals. The high price was also mentioned in the conversation.  “I saw them before. I thought it blooms only once so I didn't buy it.” “Nope, I've had mine for years, they have blossomed multiple times.” Six, nobody will know even if you don't buy it.

I lifted my head, about to put the next plate to the dish rack for air-drying. But my hand stopped, a bee with yellow stripes held exactly the rack where I was about to put the next plate. How did a bee come in there at late night? I had no time to figure it out because I saw the bee waving one of its little hands to me, as if reaching out for something. So I reached my hand with yellow glove to the bee. Surprisedly, the bee crawled to my glove, no hesitation in between. I got a bee on my finger! I walked outside immediately, the bee dropped to the floor on the way, but I squatted down and I reached my finger to it again, it climbed to me again. I rushed to the cucumber outside, I reached my finger to one of the yellow cucumber flower, the bee crawled to the flower. I rushed back to finish putting all the plates to the racks. It doesn't matter how the bee get inside, it belongs to the nature, not the toxicity fumming in the kitchen. I miss you, too. Every day.

It's not that my hands are dirty, it's just the previou liquid soap was too cheap to match the expensive me from inside out.

"Don't go so many time." I heard it at breakfast. AKA "Come back earlier, I miss you."

Check it out check it out, check what lesson the universe is trying to teach me today. On the road, a 333 slowly stops at the red light. See a 333 at 3:33 PM. Another 333 at 3:33 AM. Is it 9?

I took a third thought, "That can't be", I smirked. Two weeks later. Alien, Paris, Golden(yellow). The invisible universe has mocked, is mocking and will continue mock me.

Coffee plays such a crucial role that my day can't start well without it. Undoubtedly, once upon a time, ideas were incepted and intertwined in the cafés along the river of the famous romantic city.

Connect to the chief director of the 2028 event, to allow the astonishing obscurity of your love for me permeate on the planet. The show will be demonstrated only if your W/2 card is not taken by those(who knows how many) special promised ones in another four years.