...and the rest of what's left

feels like home

today's weather reminds me of home.

it's been raining since this morning and i keep my windows open to let the cold in. the gust of wind makes my curtains flap. i hope they'll rip off. it will break the monotony in my room.

i sit by the window and slowly eat lunch. chicken curry with rice. with my eyes closed, i take a spoon at a time, picturing myself as if i am in our dining table surrounded by my family.

i feel it. i smell it. it's like home.


mental status: soupy from all the studying
background music: enya

this is marc's version of the truth, sometime at 2:45 PM if you can't live with it, he can.