sometimes all i crave is an ordinary life … complete with Sunday brunch after church, mowing the grass on Saturday mornings, after cartoons of course, and the predictable humdrum of every morning feeling the same.
sometimes all i crave is to feel so damn ordinary that my mind would be dulled like a butter knife, my dreams would be modest and attainable with little effort, and my family would be an intact nuclear nest where the idea of disappearing would be as foreign as eating kimchee…
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