Memories

There are some things in life that are not seen by the naked eye,

Not feel by touched,

But only lies in the beholder.

It's amazing whatever that you shared,

When you looked back at everything, it was happiness and blessing,

And when it's over and you looked back, everything is just memories.

Was packing my stuffs and clearing it, putting all the stuffs that was shared into the 'history' cupboard,

chanced upon the letter that was given me during my field camp "letter given from our loved ones". Indeed at that point, it meant so much to me, opening it to read was already enough to make me tear, this was how much it meant to me but now, is just remains as a piece of history.

Read it once through and it all don't seem to make sense now, that's when everything has turned into just memories, just a past that once happened in your life, not in the present nor the future,

All the words that was written on that piece of paper is just words now, mainly just letters and words.

As I closed the lid, it was sealed and never turning back.