Morning (strange)

This is a strange morning. When I wake up, I feel I want to get back home.
This is a strange morning. When I wake up, I realize I miss something.
This is a really strange morning. When I really really know that I leave something behind and I can’t reach to get it back.

And, this is really really strange morning. Because I can’t look behind something beautiful I left. It’s just a small thing but I love it damn much.

And, this is really really really strange morning. Because I just cry and I am in Thailand.

A strange morning, Phuket, Thailand.

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