It's a good day. It was a good day. Experienced again what it's like to walk closer by Him, with His hand holding mine, His voice next to my ears
but I'm exhausted... by the time evening fell I was too tired to socialise, too tired, too tired, but unwilling to let that smile fall off my face
and after a while I start to feel zapped and contrived. perhaps it's just physical weariness.
It was a good day. but why do I feel so empty, so lost, so fake
and it's like a spiral inward chewing on my insides. the worms of facades
oh wells. I'll hit the sack soon. Will post about Perhentian once I've got the rest of the pictures.
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