I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.
This is such a beauty ♥
I’ve been telling myself that I’m tired and I don’t want to think about any of it anymore but every waking day, I find myself going back to all of them. It’s just that I felt as if I was writing on a blank page and I didn’t think of how my words flowed from my pen, they just happened. Maybe that’s the reason why I keep on looking back even though people may have emphasized the past is past quotation, I always stood there in front of the mirror as my memories flashed like a lightning bolt, always something so dangerously beautiful. Maybe I love going back to it because I’m always used to planning things out and for once this has been the most spontaneous moment I’ve felt and it seems incompletely taunting. I love it, every bit of that unscheduled and unplanned moment. It’s as if how people describe the tickle on their stomachs and the beating of their hearts that accelerate beyond the usual. I need more of those in my life and so far, you’re the closest to far I can ever get.