Monday, September 15
snapSHot
Photographs like memories. They are all that's left of us. Moments we captured. Such timeless pieces of art imprinted on glossy sheets of paper. Like a name engraved on our hearts. They are to reside forever and a day.
With an unforgettable face etched in our minds, analogous to a voice that haunts each and every step we take. A laughter evokes from those frozen imperfections we hold on our hands. We wrap it up like a present with a smile. Dry eyes slowly close, releasing a deep breath injected with emotion. Miniature streams pouring forth to form tidal waves with every blink of an eye. A frown we shape due to the nonacceptance. That fine line inbetween then and now. We make our way back to the past, in the search of a remedy. A cure for the undesirable present we are living with.
For we all know, history is a chapter that can never be erased. Welcome, the final eruptions of regret. Memories like photographs. We are all that's left of them.
Sometimes I hate myself because I tend to express my feelings or perceptions with metaphors and whatnots, making the "english" a little tooooo complex.
Sometimes, I wonder if you understand whats posted for you here.
Sometimes, I wonder if you even cared to drop by and listen to my inner voices.
Sometimes, I wonder. I wonder why.
Well if you didnt understand all those, then nevermind. Understand that i miss you.
On another note, today was the last day of prelims. A reason to smile. And tomorrow I've got no school. (Another reason to smile.) Heh heh. Dont text or call or whatever after sahur because i told my mum i'm going to hibernate like a bear till umm, 2 in the afternoon. And then, out with friends for iftar.(Another reason to smile.)
Ohh i cant wait. Si Hui with fbt as usual. Ohh i cant wait. And Zara! Please make it this time. (Aneey is probably reading this post with her kerepek oren and by this very second she's smiling to herself.)
Argh. I've lost all the sugar and spice and everything nice.
Telepathy never works.
Goodbye.