I am here for one of the last couple of times I may be. The place that was warm, lively, and colorful is fading day after day. The day when its door will close is approaching and a phase of my life will close as well.
Everything has its meaning in this place and every item i scanned in the past now looks loaded with memories. What I want is impossible to be achieved. I want this place to stay lit all the comming days as well on weekends. I want the smell of the coffee foam to fill its atmosphere all the time and the tea time never be scheduled out.
I dont know what to say. All that makes me feel a strange thing. I just dont know what to say as I am dried out of words and my writing wit is just frozen.
Till the time re-opens the channels of my mind again, I will try to phrase everything down in the correct sense.
END.
1 comment:
Spoken from a dried out writer to another -- I can completely relate Sameru, unfortunately. And I just saw the two lines you wrote below the photo, can't agree more! Let this phase happen, it's the only way. Come back soon :)
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