i still remember how it was.
that night, before it breathed the air of morning.
i remembered how it felt.
i shouldn't be, but it still reappears in my mind from time to time.
maybe overtime like photographs, the vividness of coloured pictures would slowly fade, slowly lose its sheen. and finally, you're reduced to something with yellowed edges, lacking its full glory. maybe slowly visually it becomes black and white and before you know it, it seeps into the background, hidden behind the present and absent from the future.
until something triggers it and like an accidental spill of a colour bucket, in a splash, everything returns.
let you go, set you free.Labels: insides, nostalgia
