I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was — I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, that strange afternoon (my favorite quote from On the road - Jack Kerouac)
things has been quite happening for the past 1 year
things has been quite happening for the past several months
things has been quite happening for the past 3 weeks. As usual, I traveled here and there, do this serious stuff and that funny thing, meet him and her, get to know these and those
thing has been quiet tonight. some funny stuff was cancelled at last minute, I had a short walk at the beach with friends and just came back to the room
I once thought life is about exploring. Feel all the feelings, see all the things, try all the stuffs. And somehow I just feel I missed something along the way
"I felt lite talking with you as a friend, after all". she told me.
"I felt lite talking with you as a friend, after all". I wanna tell her.
All the best, my dear friend