My grandma fell asleep listening to comforting sounds.

I love my poh poh.

“It’s hard to make sense. Feels as if I’m sensing you through a lens.” 

When there isn’t a dictionary

The transfer wasn’t enjoyable.

I didn’t ask myself because I was afraid of the answer.

I wished the morning to arrive soon.

It’s dry.

I’m not eased.

Mew is not helping.

You’re not present.

Let it go.

It was the final last straw.

The lightbulb has burst.