Sink... Or Swim
As i ride in the bus on the long journey home today, i'd a strange feeling, as if a flashback.. The streets of jurong resembled that of some other street, a street i had trotted along almost every other day then.. So much that it was nearly real.. Well, that was some time ago.. The times that were probably the best i ever had, second only to my enriching JC life.. Memories of the various things we've done, the places we been to, the conversations, nothing could beat that.. Yet good things never last, and indeed they don't.. Before i could offer some form of retaliation, i found those happiness become a film without sound, without touch but full of emotions.. Now that i've moved on, i found myself translated into this dimension where voices, especially laughter were remembered but no longer be heard, things could no longer be touched, but felt.. Occasionally i would long for that feeling again, but even the dumbest in me would know it wouldn't be possible.. Only the memories to revive, the scenes to replay..