Today, I went to my friend's house to work on mural for our dear friend. As they were busy fixing her silhouette, I sat there, pancake style, and looked at them. They were analyzing how the legs should be crossed. I watched them scribble and sketch. I held the pencil in my hand, but it dare not move. My mind did not sing of any songs nor did it think of any homework that had to be done. I haven't been in that state for a really long time, and from all the hatred and despair, it was different.
It was very halcyon.
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