The Sally Lunn's Bun

its funny. what i was feeling.

last nite, i left southside. i left the black roses there. and my heart. its strange. i never thought it'd hit me. maybe i was tired. tiredness always eats away one's senses. i spent the rest of the car ride back to MB heavy hearted.

he looked extremely tired. and so small, so so small in that lil corner that contained him. like a lonely loner. nobody else's there. i dont know he if was happy. he said he's hungry, but there was nothing at home. only the bun i bought from sally lunn's. he said it was too bland, from the way it looks. he didn't want it. but i ignored that, and spread some butter and jam i stole from SL. den he complained why did i take so long to toast it. in the end he finished them, nothing left, just like a lil kid. i was pleased. and satisfied. seeing that inner child in him.

we took a picture together. he didn't want to initially, but i know dat wasnt what he meant. he's just xxxxx like this. to annoy me. and to shield himself. the pic turned out well.

in it, i smile and he smiles.