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@itsphoebe2017-blog
Hey you.
Me : I made a writing about us.
You : Can I take a look?
Me : Sure.
You : It is not authentic, I don't say such things.
Me : Yea, but you clearly implied that.
You : Yea.
Me : I know you.
You : So then why did you leave?
Me : Because I know you too much.
You : Good point.
I made good cup of coffee.
I made good cup of coffee.
My Kinda Saturday Night
Instant noodle. one less calories, one normal, with tuna chunk, bread and peanut butter on the side, water, iced tea, and Norwegian class online.
Sure do I miss someone right now.
Being myself.
So I’ve spent 13 years of being myself, and 18 years not being myself.
Pancake for breakfast.
And memories of you, everywhere.
Boiling egg and potatoes for lunch.
And making pasta for dinner.
We had pasta.
Memory replacement.
Have you heard of it? I am replacing you.
All the pasta we shared, intimate details, your job offering, traveling the world as a photographer for National Geographic, your feeling towards me.
I hope they will all be gone.
It is too painful.
The Journalist
Somehow I know that you are near.
Between my writing and upcoming art project.
I am waiting for you.
My breakfast today.
My breakfast today. Fruit, eggs, potato, pasta, bread with butter, repeat for lunch. Bread with butter and basil, and strawberry spread, and peanut spread. Found an expired cherry chocolate in the fridge. That is my dinner.
My aunt said, not to get carried away. So don't
My Aunt
Hashtag Nonsense
Let’s talk about nonsense. It is me and you and everyone we put on the table. While eventually, only me and you left. And I decided to say goodbye. Bitch. The bitch is on me.
Me and You. Period.
Me : I missed you.
You : I know.
Me : How come you know?
You : You took away your pride and say it right away.
Me : Yeah.
Breakfast for Tomorrow
Eggs, stirred with milk, and a bit of basil, a bit of shredded cheddar, put in on a melted butter.
Halo
This is me. Trashing. Expressing. Finding, you. Dot. Full stop.