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Whenever you come to visit, I will not sleep. I can sleep. Or can't sleep... I don't know. I've never tried sleeping when you're here. I hate you, but I don't mind accompanying you. There was once you came to visit me everyday. Emotionless and lifeless. Bleakness you brought and bring with you. Normally I dont, but I obey my heart when you're here.

I've been browsing through the photos. Not very old, most of them taken within this year. I don't know if it's nostalgia I'm feeling right now, or just the feeling of knowing that I've outgrown that period of time. Each picture I see myself differently. Each picture I remember different emotions, and different event happenings. Again, this feeling's back to haunt me. This old friend, empty and cold. My heart seems very far right now, feels like it's somewhere I can't reach. When I look back at photos taken in Aussie, I'm actually questioning myself if I've really been there. Have I really been there this whole year? Was I there... for real? It's just pretty weird right now. It's just being in an environment, thinking about the existence of the other. The existence of me in the other.

And I know, if I don't practise, soon I'll lose it.