The time now, 3:30pm.
M is sitting in the quiet halls and corridors of the Griffith Library, hoping to absorb some contact with his studies.
And it's only the first week...
And he, still anticipating her reply...
Her call.
It felt like an eternity.
Waiting for someone that you deeply cherish, yet somehow really less in return.
Unneeded maybe.
Earlier today though, Market Day was held.
The colourful limelight of a University, briefly shone upon.
And he, stuck in his Japan Club corner.
Serving patrons alike with amusement and information.
Wish he could cosplay, he thought.
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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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These are recollections of happenings that clutter the life of a blogger; be in happiness, sadness, any human emotion that comes across...
These are recollections of happenings that clutter the life of a blogger; be in happiness, sadness, any human emotion that comes across...
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