The sounds of a rustled bag and plastics echoed into M's room where he was sleeping. Lai was getting ready to go back to Malaysia. M instantly woke up to see him, with Kavin just moving down to his place on the other room in the same building.
However, it was 5am.
A time not so amazing in M's books. Weary eyes and overlooked moods covered the faces of the three men. And so they waved a temporary goodbye to their friend Lai.
These days, M felt oppressed. Somewhat on a grip. Things happens where he doesn't need it to happen. Hectic situations surrounds his week.
Recently someone's been feeling down. His instinct tells him that. But he could not help; he was scared to be a bother, already an unpainted picture on her wall, already a darken star in her sky. He'd hope to relief her of her sadness. But, she herself, would not do so.
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Stand in his shoes. See his world with your eyes. The bumps of these clouds say of your emotions. The colours contrast your expressions. The number of clouds says of your stories. The darken trees collide with reality and imagination. The blue highlights of the sky tempted down to its mirror, as the day goes into the end. The stars lit up bright thereafter...while I stand here on the sidelines, cheering for you.
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