Why do I feel the most being with you? Who are you? Do you really understand me? //Whole in caption// Dear room, It's my old and most ridiculous habit that I can't ever express my true words to the ones I am the most close with, at once. Stumbling with my voice, again and again is my innate quality. But as I have a pen, let me smudge through the ink. You know, you made me believe that I have something, little, little but I have some spark. I learnt from you that I have me and that's enough. Those late night realizations and my expression through the box like phone, build me everyday. You know
