When

 

The light is shining through the window and I see manicured lawns and seedlings. I'm lost in this little ecological city. These small houses are accompanied by a lack of a certain sense of stability. For example, I thought of an elegant one and tried to describe the night it depicts. But then I started to notice the less dry laundry and the unturned clothes. The house is warm and toasty, and my lover is going about his daily routine without a proper meal. 


I covered my face with my hands. I suddenly remembered the miso stew and ham I had for breakfast. I was looking for the most peaceful thing: an overcrowded kitchen cupboard, a sparse living room, and an unfinished interior. The light in the cupboard flickers, and I reflect on what little I've been able to accomplish. And just like that, the leaves decayed and the spring flowers bloomed.

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