11.11

11.11 am.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Look at the clock.
Close your eyes and make a wish.

Did you think of someone?

11.11 pm.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Look at the clock.
Close your eyes and make a wish.

Did you think of me?

11.11.
I close my eyes and think of you.
I wish for us.

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Walking in the Rain

I love walking alone under the rain.
The smell of raindrops combined with the smell of grass.
The droplets dripping from the edges of my umbrella.
The nice fresh air that I can breathe in.

I love the solitude.

None of the depression,
none of the sadness.

Just pure solitude.

I love how I can appreciate melodies of the songs playing through my earphones differently.
I love how I can look at people’s faces, half-covered by the umbrella.

Like a classic painting.
Like a beautiful photograph.

So many things can happen when it rains.
I wish, maybe someday, I can stop walking in the rain, just to see your face beneath your umbrella.
I wish, maybe another day, we can share an umbrella, and walk in the rain,
Together.

Walking in the Rain