Proceeding the morning I woke up in the morning in someone’s room few times in a week for a year, as he prep and leaves to go to work in a gallery and the room was full of his cologne scent mixed with on cigarette he blows before he go and it does really heightened somehow for me.

My lungs was full, after he went for a bath. His soap, his shampoo all lingers in every inches of the room. In every thread of the bedsheets while I'm looking at the ceiling to feel them all.

In fact, I will always be grateful for every meeting that took place— for this past 8 years.

I hope I could willing to witness your growth from far away, and from now on I will entrust you to the sun. hoping whatever what best for you would give you anything you need. Honestly, I can't.