Child of the incubator. |
I'm lying on the floor in a room with a hole instead of the ceiling and glass doors all over the walls. Just looking at the stellar sky and delightedly keeping silence. Child of the incubator.
Isn't it unbelievably ridiculous?
I'm in the heart of San Francisco in the cutest house I've ever seen with balconies overlooking the hilly streets and Dali pictures in the corridors.
Isn't it ridiculously unbelievable?
- I wish this moment lasted forever... I can't catch the time though. How to do this?
- Just enjoy this moment as much as you can.
- What's the result of enjoying?
- Happiness...
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