As time passes, memories replace memories, and they up stack against one another like the deposits underneath the seabed. Older memories fade and newer ones come closer to defining the changed and new you. As you drift further and further from the past, who knows what you've left behind. Those that you had with someone else, those that someone else still holds on to. What about those that only you have remembered? What can describe the profound loneliness of a memory that only you still kept access to? Its like an image that no one else can see nor remember, a page in history that no one else turns to revisit. I fear that one day even i will forget them altogether, and lose what i held so dear to me, what made me feel so alive then. And if i do, no one else will be able to help.
It daunts upon me that i'm always the one clinging on to the past and unwilling to move on with life. i feel i'm always stuck with history, always. I guess its a way of self-assurance, finding security in the past rather than deal with the every-changing present. Isn't it a bad habbit! (Just in case you wonder, i'm referring to secondary school days, i miss everything then! Nolstagia never dies? )
Had the intentions to go study tmr, but sudden change in plans left me lost again. Have you ever been so lost, know the way and still so lost? ( Katy Perry's "lost", nice!)
On a lighter note, xinwei did this for me, so cool!:
nɹıʎ uɐʇ ǝoZOk, gtg, sweet dreams tonight! <3 Loves.
"I'm afraid of being alone forever,
dreams not being fulfilled,
having something tragic happen,
losing someone close to me,
or just losing the sense of being alive altogether."