moment

"What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, 

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain 

Under my head till morning, but the rain 

Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh 

Upon the glass and listen for reply, 

And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain 

For unremembered lads that not again 

Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, 

Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, 

Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: 

I cannot say what loves have come and gone, 

I only know that summer sang in me 

A little while, that in me sings no more.

" —Edna St. Vincent Millay




Today marks the last day of Lit seminar! It was okay. I saw some primary school friends.

Went stadium with yeewah and belle thereafter. Then we walked to northpoint buy groceries h3h3h3h3.
Then went home.