Stone

You will know when you had too much holiday when the stone on the floor stuck in your brain.



Holiday makes me a "sometimer". Sometimes I remember. Sometimes I forget. Holiday empties the brain and left nothing but spaces to think and forget, think and forget. I can't think of anything possible to write and will not dig the already emptied brain to come out with something just to keep the boulevard updated.



I could only imagine, how a stray cat hide under the rain, in that mid summer day. Today engulf yesterday and tomorrow swallow today. Maybe it was me that dare not break those teeth or be high profile. The world is so big. No one will discover the absence, just like a touch of magic.

Or a snail that doesn't want to leave the shell.