Forgettable

The sunlight is so warm, I want to sprout, so I sprout. Hahaha, how cute our little heads are, look at us.  I heard plants surrounded by snow piles saying that to me in the weirdly scorching morning.

Me too. Mountainside,  topless, bottomless, with you, desperately. Being alone is boring, we found each other, we have each other, solitude shall say bye bye from our dictionary. Intertwine, integrate, stick together, our atoms will always find each other even the universe bangs again.

Narrow space, no wifi. Only the buzzling of air.  First time binged watching videos at the altitude of 33999 feet. Every video has two ads that I accelerated. But not every video could play slowly till it stopped because I clicked the home button. Movies, dramas, documentaries, music, games, intros... Forgot how many play button I've clicked. The most comfortable contents were with subtitles. Without subtitles they were just images flowing on my eye balls which beyond my conprehesion because my creative thinking was in bed though my eyes were opened, half-opened.  On the subtitles, I saw something, something I can still recall 10 hours later.  It feels different to listen to someone talking about the meaning of life up in the sky, in a language I could understand only by subtitles. He told the story of Peter(Yes, PETER! BIG surprised randomly popped up even in the sky right?) to two widows in a remote village. When they heard Peter really said three times "No, I don't kno...