I found a lost diary on the MTR a few weeks ago. I managed to get it translated from Cantonese. There was only one entry, on the day I found it.
2023/05/01
There are winds that often come to cool us down. There are shades that block the heat of the sun. I have only ever known the winds from air conditioners and the shade from skyscrapers. I have yet to see a proper starry night sky. Or clouds without Aeroplanes hidden behind them. I want to run far away, but I don't know where I could run to.
About the Creator
Some Guy
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
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