I've been in a series of exhausting task, and my mind is to idle to read more. I felt like i was in a stranded train, ready to offload at a nearby station and make some detour. I cannot think right so I need to stop to gain my right stance.
Then, another is the yearning to get home, to start again, to remake my disgruntled thoughts, to tame a feral and so elusive heart. To subdue his battle within and never restrain. To tell him that some love gone away and some never coming back.
Then finally, i guess i just got tired, tired of breaking the walls he built in the middle of the bridge. Yeah! right, maybe I was just tired but didn't he told me to never get tired of waiting? of trying?
Counting them all? I can now give too many reasons to get nostalgic. What's yours?
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