m.e.m.o.r.y

there are times when you stood still and look back at all the paths that you've been through,
you'll find yourself staring at the old pictures - now covered with dusts,
listening to old musics that reminds you of how much you've been happy before,
remembering the ancient routine that had once become part of your daily undertakings.

those moments, having safely kept somewhere hidden underneath your feeling,
shadowing all your weaknesses, sadness and tears.

and those people who have had accompanying you through that journey,
vain images that is now so blurry, become incomprehensible.

time flies. feeling fades. but memory, it remains.