infinitepossibilities

9:00 p.m.

room is empty except for the lone person in the kitchen, tapping the keys on the keyboard.

in the background, chester is shouting his hearts out.

thinking……….

tomorrow is valentine’s day.

thinking………………..

finish editing.  nawwwwwww….

3 nights to go and you’re off to palawan. hopefully.

but what is that gnawing feeling that seems to crush that single organ in your left chest?

why do you always think?

deep sadness.

let go.

it’s not your fault.