The sun baked my skin like a salted fish. Now as a salted fish, I yearned for the ocean to give me life. But somehow, inevitable.
It's not that bad, for at least I am still breathing and its a good day to do laundry. The sky is clear, bright and sunny. A change in my comfort zone as I'd always prefer rainy weather.
Seasons change. Unstoppable. It's not that bad. Back to sunny days, at least I can see clearer than ever.
It's not that bad. It's the beginning of all things cheerful. :)
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