Everyday life

Time on the hands

It feels like back in those times when I first came back to Singapore, or when I was in London. I had time. I wasn’t rushing off to do this or that. I had time to spend at home/in my room.

For someone like me who gets restless easily, having time on my hands is hard. Those slowly ticking digits etched onto your palms, and you watching it, just falling off your fingers.

But I’ll just have to learn. We all have to learn.


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