Just a note.

Bismillah.

Dear Kontra sKeleton,
I used to believe that picture hides a thousand words. But not anymore. Picture only make a teeny weeny feelings spark inside the heart. It does not tell a story. I want to believe that picture speaks but your picture doesn't do that. I guess I should write like this, "your pictures doesn't tell stories but surprisingly made me pull a small smile out of my totally emotionless face and I don't know why I am exaggerating too much at night".

I shouldn't wear my heart on my sleeves. I shouldn't do what I have done. And it's just a vain to cry over spilt milk. I should know that that milk can't even be licked (who would do so?) nor be absorbed and go through the water treatment plant.

Thank you for teaching me without you having to say a word. Not even a letter. Or two (you know, like, ah, um, ha etc). You taught me how to be patient. Live the moment and realize that you will never, in any way, find this and read this note that right now doesn't sound like me at all but at some parts yes.

Sincerely,
Your weird 'buddy' who turned into a weirder 'buddy' at night and supposed to copy a recipe one hour fourteen minutes ago.