You going home after doing all things you're not interested in for a whole day. Keep smiling, they said. Positive vibes only, Honey. Freaking scared for their judgement in every inch of your hair. Trying to hard to conquer negativity, doubt, fear, anxiety, and insecurity. Keepin enough mind, at least not to make another self destruction. Then you go home. You love your moments of solitude more than anything. Cooking a bowl of spagetti bolognaise and relpying to your soul religiously "Your happiness matters". Oh Honey, you have nothing to obsessed with. But, still you are a dreamer. You're dream about the Lagerstroemia blossoms in the middle of afternoon from your schoolyard. Suddenly out of knowhere you remember the old day. Talked about God's existence, perpetual motion, and inner child. And before you wake up, the present time already swallow all those moments. Human connection was made of fragile existence and the feeling is gone already. Then, you ate a piec...