note.

goodmorning,
when you look outside your windows, you see a world of workers. we all work-- walking, building houses, selling, buying, riding, driving. so that's what i see when the world is awake at noon. i see you, sun. i see you, rain. i see everything from my room. it's funny how miserably i wanted to become a speck-- a thing that would be there-- "see and hear" and not feel. i truly wanted to be forgotten and forget. i didn't want to hurt anyone.
esha.