@skyie
Hard times
2;33am thoughts. It is already dark, a longing night falls out again. It became a routine that I never thought I'll get tired of. It was a wonderful and peaceful feeling before, a soaking mind seeking for opportunities to run. Until it became a run away dream, an old dream that wonders in my sleep that keeps me alive, became a myth of an abandoned passion. It was a great memory of being productive, talking with friends through online video calls, drinking my iced coffee, all…
