.of hanging on and be all ears

While I think it is remarkable how my brain processes complex information and coordinates all senses and physique to combat, feat, and accomplished, I somehow want it to stop.

Just stop.

I don’t know which one is more exhausted than the other; the brain or the body. But I ended up filling my tummy with distress and sadness, adding up the figures on both measuring tape and bathroom scale. I can actually feel the load as I climb the stairs.

“It was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you’ve made, and there’s this panic because you don’t know yet the scale of disaster you’ve left yourself open to.” — Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

F/n: #prayforPasirGudang. May the toxic fume wiped away once and for all.


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