fly..

He sits on a plain gray plastic chair. It bends a lil due to his weight, slightly warps the back rest part as he leans on to it. He sighs. Looking at his gray "army" tee and berms, surprised how much he missed this place since leaving it.

Across from his pirched position in the coffee shop, he sees routine. Buses zoom past picking up passengers, pple running to catch them, the screams of coffee shop uncles to order drinks, ladies trying to park parallel again and again. Routine.

A bright sunlight beams across from the great blue, hitting and reflecting little droplets on his ice cold teh-o-ping "tiger beer" branded mug. Smirking that he choose a good seat which avoids the sun, he lights up one stick, smokes away as the world spins by.



How i miss wasting my day away like this.



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