still, we are strangers || The Diary of a Stranger (2)

in the corner of the room

sat all by myself

a cup of hot asian dolce latte

a book of Tere Liye

a colored pen to make notes

songs of Ian Chen

raining outside

.....

with all strangers around.

kind of my perfect day, yeay..

seems weird.

yet, that's how I like to spend my day off.

no need to be afraid of lacking of conversation topic

no need to be awkward of my favorites

how I like to be by myself for a while.

the next day, I need you.

yeah, I need you

I need you again, and again

to see you smile

to hear your voice

are things I like on the next day

but, not today

but, how?

but, we are still strangers

but, still, you don''t know me.

still, we are still.