I left something.
I don’t know what it is but I left something.
There’s a missing piece in my chest.
I want to go back;
I want to stay;
I want to find it;
I want to know what it is,
But it’s too late.
Looking outside the window of the car makes me feel empty.
Think, think, think.
What is it that I’m missing?
What did I left?
My books? My pens? My favorite hair clip?
Looking outside the window of the car makes me feel happy.
The town is dancing with lights;
New walls are standing out with colors.
The new grocery store is nearly finished.
How funny that I noticed my surroundings;
The new grocery store is nearly finished.
How funny that I noticed my surroundings;
I missed these.
Then I realized something,
I finally found it out, at last!
I found out what I left.
I left my heart;
It was sitting on the sofa, eating junks, smiling without a reason while watching a movie
on HBO.
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