room filled with smoke, again.

nothing but hearing my self clearer than ever. nothing but my inner voice echoing inside my head. nothing but my childhood memories, all precious memories, something just unlocked inside me, something dusty, something i forgot as i’m growing older.

it brings me so much joy, i’m crying because i’ve always knows that no ones really there except me. not this one, but my younger self. pure grahmaulidya.

i miss her.

the world is being really cruel lately, but hang on…

one more,

where’s my lighter?

damn,

why i can feel my body?