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Sep. 11, 4:13 p.m.
Life is not truly boring. Every day holds the potential for beautiful moments.
There I was, just sitting in the small hut my father built, quietly observing the surroundings where the young mango and jackfruit trees stood. I opened my phone for the third time, thinking of posting a poem for my ongoing series. But I felt that my readers might be growing tired of it, so perhaps it's time to end it. The collection called A Million Little Shiny Things originally had 31 entries, but it seems overwhelming now, so I'll put it on hold for a while—no point in beating a dead horse.
Now, I formally want to thank everyone who read and supported my series. Without you, my works would have remained abandoned words—just dust in the wind.
Last night, I talked to my best friend. It seemed like he needed someone to talk to, so I kept reaching out to check on him. This is...
Life is not truly boring. Every day holds the potential for beautiful moments.
There I was, just sitting in the small hut my father built, quietly observing the surroundings where the young mango and jackfruit trees stood. I opened my phone for the third time, thinking of posting a poem for my ongoing series. But I felt that my readers might be growing tired of it, so perhaps it's time to end it. The collection called A Million Little Shiny Things originally had 31 entries, but it seems overwhelming now, so I'll put it on hold for a while—no point in beating a dead horse.
Now, I formally want to thank everyone who read and supported my series. Without you, my works would have remained abandoned words—just dust in the wind.
Last night, I talked to my best friend. It seemed like he needed someone to talk to, so I kept reaching out to check on him. This is...
