sometimes... we sit before our memories and then we realized that all that pass was nothing more than illusions.. nothing more than fragments of our own imagination. we run after it... we lived with it... and we looked on as they turn into pieces of useless pictures that are left in our brains and minds... as a kind of reminder of how pathetic we were.
but then again... the sad and painful ones were probably more than true. you were indeed hurt... you were indeed stabbed so hard that you almost forgot the pain. and then .... there are your tears... they did flow out of your eyes... they did trickle down your cheeks... and they did evaporate into the air eventually. you didn't sob.. they just came out. your eyes turned misty... you couldn't see the world that clearly during those moments... then you finish.. and your sight never got better. you see the landscapes.. you see the world like you've never did before.
then you realized that you grew up and looking back... the happy memories never really existed did they? but somehow they seemed so real. you must have dreamt them into life but nevertheless, you are happy and glad.
that's what's most important isn't it? even if they were virtual... as long as they keep you alive...
listening to: hyde -- shallow sleep (english ensemble)
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