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 'Cooking like a chef, I'm a five star Michelin'

This line has been going on in my head for really long.

I am sitting on a red colored rusty bench in a park not much far from my home. I love it's ambience for real, this elegant smell as if butterflies had scents on their wings, flies around in it's air. Now I wonder what each color would smell like if they really had their own scents. 

The entry gate of the park also screams 'a gateway to wonder land'. Thinking of this, I stopped on my Spotify and decided to play some songs. My fingers stopped and hovered over a deep pitted song in my 'my life' playlist, 'nothing's gonna change my love for you'.

"But inevitable changes, ruined my love for you I guess." I thought and tapped on the Seattle cover by Yang Jungwon. Ah, I guess grief comes in such slow waves, washing over and over again over our open bruised skin. The salty water doesn't cares if it's causing pain, why would it too? I think we all just learn to live with the skin never healing, the waves never stopping and the water...it just flows on and on.

My mind goes back to those painfully happy childhood days, the day when the smartphone first came at our house and the days before it when me and my elder sister used to bite over all the good experiences and fun coming with it. The first phone which held a lot of my memories, my first call to my first boyfriend at 10 and my first text to my first best friend. I wonder how many first things held these first things in my life. I lost I guess.

Listening to the slow and feeble high notes of Jungwon in Seattle felt perfect when the cool breeze started blowing out of nowhere. In summers when the Sun feels above head most of the time, no one comes out often in the park. My predictions will be damned if someone showed up now.