INERTIA

I will keep on writing in my attempt to kill time and keep on waiting for the unsure to be sure and figuring myself out while I sit beside the windows alone without company. It's beautiful. The sky, the lush greeneries, endless stretch of greens, bluest sky I've ever seen, the leaking saturated sun, the way you talk, the raging rain, soft ridges of your face, the dreams I never get in my sleep, they are all beautiful. They are all beautiful when I can picture them clearly.

It is such a pity that I can't stay later than 4 because I want to be there until I get what's going on and until I can see through you. 4 isn't that much time. In chinese, 4 also means death and metaphorically speaking, 4 had always been death.