Monday, April 16, 2018

.: April :.


For there is no fool.

Going through the stuff at home feels like going on a journey into the unknown. You never know what you will find in one box or the other. Be it a bag, a book, or a broken piece of toy, each item is attached to a particular memory - a memory that you never thought still lingers in the depths of your soul. 

And through that memory... you are reminded.

Reminded of how things were. Of how things have changed since then. Of how things could have turned out, if you had taken a different approach. 

Things change, people change, even feelings change. But memories, memories remain constant. And they are capable of bringing you back to how you were, after drifting off for so long. 

Making amends.
12.02am, Malaysian Time
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