Day in End
The sound of the fans cutting through the cooling July night, causing what we called winds. It enveloped my head as I resting my heavy mind in front of it. The old faithful 10years national table fan still functional as always.
Twenty days into the second half of the year, I looked around and see nothing. The trail I walked all these while seems dreamy. Just like a little memory captured in Diana lens. Like a little metronome slowly pacing down. It needs the winding to function unlike those powered by the 2 unit of double AA alkaline batteries which lasting then for years if months.
Sifu once said that we cannot compare. There is no comparison between you and others. Some might ended up as drug addict, some filthy rich and some just die young.
Almost falling asleep, I close my eyes and seeing images.
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