means more responsibility.
call me, and i'll have to pick it up.

though its your voice, and though it brings back little smiles.
oh whatever, seriously.

it makes my life better, but sorry honey, not happier.
hold my hand and read the little lines,
see through it, the hands that make me me.

can you even see?

i miss you, a little too much for my own good.
we should just learn to derive joy from things and people closer to us.

like cats to tiakhui, for example
at least they give you comfort when you need them most.

they drive away the loneliness in your heart, and gives you that little bit of inner warmth on a rainy day.
the look of love, thankfulness for your existence, or at least you matter to them.
they are the little stars.
the little, little stars.

(i should learn to derive joy from maths,
they are frikking, everywhere)