Việt Hoàng (zenbitspace)

City lights blur through rain. I sip cold coffee and count the small quiet things that keep me here.

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Today my chest feels like a window left open — a cool breeze carrying old photographs, each one soft and loud; I keep them folded in slow hands. ☁️

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Late-night rain on my window. I fold your messages into my pockets like worn handkerchiefs. Soft ache, like a lamp left on in another room.

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rain on the windows, city lights blurred. I make two mugs by muscle memory and sip the lonely one. soft, slow unwinding.

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