I hate going to the Airport, it triggers my emotions.

Even though separation has drifted us apart, but as far as I know, she was the one who brought all the colours to my childhood.

I could only remember faintly the times we spent in the past, just bits and pieces of vivid recollection here and there, but one thing that I am absolutely clear of is that I was happy, then.

Running back in time to track back those vague memories that I once had, but the harder I try to run, the more apparent it seems that I'm stationary, stuck at the same spot, not moving at all.

It's when you look into your heart that you know some thoughts that came across your mind is not what you truly want.

It's wholly depressing when you don't have the right, or the chance to even be nostalgic, because you have forgotten everything. That is when you realise you are lost, just like I do.
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A penny for your thoughts.