This place mean to be a place for me to keep the pebble I found on the side of a pound, some critters that looking from the bush and many trinkets that I keep.
It's indeed don't mean to be perfect and pretty; it mean to be exist_
and as it exist; it takes form and root, in its imperfection.
Yet I believe it will always became precious in the end; as I have left so many things/ intentionally or not.
Too many foods that this tongue forgot how it tasted, Too many moment that became morning haze, Too many story that stop in the tip of pen, Too many pictures I regret to not take, And too many love that I yet to gave, and love that I hope to got.
This post itself, already been wrote 'three' times; from mistakes that intentionally or not_ And in no mean same to each other, as you read this that mean you/I can't also read everything that is before this; But I hold each of that post dear to me.
This is a box for me keeping everything in me, the moment that recorded while I write this.
as how the time is in 13:52, as how I want to shower after this, and a bit of frustrating feels of writing this again and again"
how I am copy-paste this text because afraid it got deleted later too
A treasure that will be opened in future to show the past;
