So it was like a never-ending discussion
And you and me and us
Tears, fight, laugh, and smile
But it is clear since the beginning
Twisting words,
which I throw
Narrow it down to your personal experience
Yet it seems like we are never in the
same page
The afternoon, the ice cream in my hand,
the raindrops
And we took a shelter in front of a closed
shop
I look up and you look up, watching the
rainbow
Our heads filled with thoughts
1826 days and 25 cents
And there is nothing special about my
birthday
It has never been special anyway
Other than that lousy chocolate cake you
bought from a grocery supermarket
Since I was cranky
But memories are to cherish
As if all happiness and sadness we had were
surreal
Or perhaps it was just a distorted emotion
Which last like an Olympic flame
Which last like an Olympic flame
Kathmandu, 12 January 2015
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