Friday, September 9


I love staring the streets at night, while everyone is already deeply floating in their own dreams.
the silence, the gloomy shops.
there is something..
there is some kind of calmness that I can't explain through words alone.
the streets light, the beam.
they look like.. as if they are whispering to the streets.
and the feelings,
you are the only one who is alive and living in that place at that moment.



"No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories."
— Haruki Murakami


Tuesday, September 6


"Money can't buy you happiness, darling."

you need them to survive for tomorrow.

Sunday, September 4


i'm chasing strangers.
like chasing shadows. unknown shadows.

i don't know why.
feels like capturing flying insects and putting them in a jar.