circus life,
under the big top world;
we all need the clowns to make us smile.
- journey

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its summer and i'm already wishing for fall.
i still remember the two weeks of fall i spent in the east coast of the states.
the crisp days and cold toilet seats.
wanderlust strikes, particularly when everyone seem(s/ed) to travel there.

as the skies darken,
the light that glows on my face brighten.
cos my legs are too numb to switch on the lights,
maybe cos that would the night has officially begun.

not so much a sleepless night,
but one i need to avoid sleeping to challenge my limits.
work, oh how it delights and kills me so.

comments aside,
i wonder why do i actually pen stuff here.
when the flicker of interest dies,
i'll see where this leads me.

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