It’s two:thirteen a.m. and I’m sitting down right here remembering Chanmyay Yeiktha for no apparent motive, except maybe the human body remembers points the intellect pretends to ignore. The space I’m in now feels much too smooth somehow. A lot of choices. Far too much independence. The supporter hums unevenly, my cell phone lights up each tw
chanmyay yeiktha retains returning to me when i skip composition and silence much more than I would like to confess
It’s two:thirteen a.m. And that i’m sitting down below remembering Chanmyay Yeiktha for no clear explanation, apart from it's possible the human body remembers items the mind pretends to fail to remember. The area I’m in now feels far too delicate somehow. A lot of options. A lot of flexibility. The supporter hums unevenly, my cellular phone