moodygoose

wildflights:

fiction

I remember this. It was late November and we were on an art adventure, walking from one gallery to the next without a care in the world. Hobbit had just finished his last IB exam, no more biology forever and ever amen. We had lunch at the overpriced food court at Bras Basah, squeezed together around a table, arms tucked in and trays lined up neatly. I will always miss this feeling of being together as one (as gay as it sounds). Living, breathing, eating, laughing, singing, napping, talking and doing stupid things together. I am so glad that I didn’t give up on Art and gave it a shot at last. It was a huge risk but a calculated risk, worth its while. I didn’t get a 7 but I did have one hell of a time, making beautiful things and loving beautiful people. 

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