Addicted to a Memory

Assalamualaikum..

it's 5 in the morning. Niat nak belajar, tapi tak belajar2 jugak. 

The mosquitoes are hovering around me in such numbers that tiny noise of their rubbing wings sounded cacophonous.

And the mix of feelings of nostalgia and missing someone grew stronger inside me.

Memories of our last day of school were still vivid.

Indeed, one of the most distinctive features was...the smiles carved on each of everyone's faces. Burst laughing joyfully without bothering anyone else.

It's really painful, recalling back throughout the journey god had put me in, never really thought that these people would bring so much meaningful in this life. 

I'm losing my insanity trying to get over this. Getting depressed for almost 3 days.

but im fucking thankful for everything. The new people that i came across in every part of my life and some people that i loss during in the search of my identity and that's okay.


"i wish photographs were physical spaces, like tunnels;
that you could crawl inside them and go back"


And sometimes, it's not the person you miss. 
It's the feelings and moments you had with them.



You gave me a forever within the numbered days and im grateful. Thank you.





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