joon kit and i were sitting at the main float tentage,

and then playlist on his phone played the song 'maybe'

and then he lamented,

how much the feeling was like,

just like as if,

it was one year ago, and we were sitting in the foyer room,

him doing my humongigantic needle, and me painting his cuckoohouse

[we agreed to swap jobs since they were more suited to our expertise]

and talking about random things, sniffing the smell of paint and yellow glue.

i don't know why but

i really liked that feeling.

when i left the tentage and popped my head inside the side props tent to check out the progress,

i saw jin sleeping, rag-style, cheap-ikea-cushion-in-tow, on the cardboard between 2 side props.

it made me smile,

for quite a bit.

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i was talking to kitt online, and she was telling me about how restless she was,

and also about some things, and about people; how they come and go, how they change with time, how they change the time;

and then i realised,

i know nothing about you.

nothing

beyond hands held,

beyond eyes and their sight,

beyond what you would [ever] let me know.

nothing.

because i wonder, sometimes,

if you read me like a book,

and see right through me

because sometimes,

i really get that feeling,

i really feel that way.

if only,

it wasn't so difficult.

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