Routine sinks in all the time, regular 9-5 jobs (9 to whenever sometimes it seems), weekends lazing and catching up with friends in KL.Morning red blinkering lights and mile long queues with the screeching halts of a car following just a tad too closely.
And I breathe.
Thankful in times where I feel like screaming at everything around me, where there remains endless endless criticisms chasing each other. One by one.
Pure feeling. Time continues in one unending piece, from sailing down the rivers of China to frosty cold mornings at the Arb, and walking through empty corridors with ping pong echoes.
Always missing.
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