I wanna paint the clouds purple.

It's hard to believe how things come and go and time pass like nothing happen. It's hard to believe how easy your heart can change and how indecisive it may become. It surprises you when feelings change like the sun and the moon and like day and night. You just can't stop it. 

I had ice blended Cappucino for lunch and I noticed how condensation flooded my side of the table. 

A couple of sad stories, but it feels good when you've said it out/wrote it down/cried it away. It feels good. 

You buy a slipper, wear it for some time, apparently they'll get worn out and you buy a new one. Do you really think back and remember how much those slippers have suffered under your feet? You don't, don't you. Life goes on. We were born to die.

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