But looking back at what was written by friends , it still gives me goosebumps. and the butterfly effect. how powerful words are , the ability to stir something dead in you. stirring ones heart. You are dead if you cant find the emotion to express yourself and to feel. If it is me, I would like to welcome all that feeling even it is pain , guilt, happiness, anticipation, suspense.
We were naive when blogging is a trend, but that naivety that stirs up feelings, longings, emotions. If i were to express myself now, I would like to express my sadness. I'm sad because i missed those feelings. those emotions that makes you alive. How can you move on from being human to a mannequin. I missed those feelings and at times scared that I woke up one day and forgotten how that feels like. how love feels like, how it drives you to do crazy stuff, how alive you are and makes you see how alive the streets are.
No way we can return to the past. All we and I can is to carry those memories. it is something that is happening inside. to hear those laughter and cries without sound. to see all those moments without eyes. That memory solely belong to you and me.
All of you are my starry starry night. starry starry night. The starry starry night that I wont forget. That I will take it to my grave.