An empty classroom reminded me of the very moment I decided to leave Taipei when I was 14. Now this place, the place that I grew up is completely foreign to me. I am just an outsider.
It’s getting harder to say goodbye each time. Especially when it comes to great people. Everyone is leaving from more than two years of battle, of stress, of life, here in New York.
27
One year older but I am not quite sure if I am one year wiser. I turned on a song and I miss my dreams. I miss my home. I feel more lonely than ever. 27, I miss being just 25.
Sometimes I just don’t know what are these thoughts anymore.
Wake up.
One Thousand Circles.
Physical
Just made this in the subway
