The Wind is howling while the birds are tweeting. The sound of the cars from my neighbors and the sound of an argument from them too.
That is what I am hearing every day when I am waking up.
But still, I felt the peace within the argument from my neighbors. I mean, come on, this is a neighborhood, or a town. This is normal. And I felt nostalgia actually for some kind of reason.
I remember when I was a kid, when we're still a complete family. The arguments are not from my neighbors, but it comes from inside of our house. Yah, mom and dad are always fighting that time, I was 5 at that moment.
We lived in California before, the same town where my uncles who is supporting me, lives. But now, I am here, alone, living my shitty life inside a town in Sydney.
A life I wanted but don't at the
