2020 is a weird year.
it's not happen yet,
but I don't know why
I always seeing myself wearing red.
red t-shirt, red stiletto, red lipstick.
2017 is also a weird year.
and I just don't know why I'm seeing red
when I only surrounded by depression.
Chop chop,
36 months to go.
YOU ARE READING
21 September
PoetrySomewhere between September and December, i always have my own special month. It's called remember. -A.AM
