Cactusman

The door poem. I want an iced coffee, even though I have a flu. I don't think there's any connection, between ice and a flu. I want you, even though you don't want me. But I'm still me, the one who's still staying in front of the door. Certainly not because I'm sure you'll open it. But because I know you're still in there. I miss seeing the leftover coffee stain at the corner of your lips. Should I wipe it with a tissue, or with my lips?

Mcdonald watu gong tanggal 20/09/2020 with a mcflurry, fries, and two pieces of fried chicken, even though I said I hate oreo

A kind of band that makes sadness feel peaceful rather than devastating, even though the sadness is still there