As I sit here on this very same swing that she sat once upon a time ago, as I sat a long time ago I rekindle back the memories from the open box of memories that surrounds the house. I could still remember the sound of her dragging footsteps and her cane against the floor. However, those are the beautiful memories left of hers for me to remember clearly now.
As I entered into the hall I remembered the days I used to dance around when I was small turning round and round only to fall down altogether from being dizzy. Now, I can see my nieces and nephews chasing each other laughing and screaming playing with each other. How did it all turn to memories? How did everything reach to this, the future I used to wonder about.
The living room brought me into a deeper memory, where cousins who was unmarried in the past slept like sardine in a tin laid in front of the TV. Those were the days, morning of raya, and my grandmother would walk in to the dining room connected with the living room asking me to keep it low.
Those were the days where laughter, talking people and cries in the early morning filled this very same house, the same sound I hear today accept today she was not here to witness this.
However, today would be the last time this house will be filled with new family members, the sound of voices talking in the background. I am lost, for words to describe everything that surrounds me.
Destiny, The Memories The Past
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You could try to understand the things that I see.
I was looking through the pictures of each and everyone of my friends on facebook and began to realise that each and everyone of their profile picture told a story. Happy couples are always photographed side by side to show their happiness together, happy family are pictured together with smile on their faces to show that this is their everything, and there are some who does not share their own picture but tells a different story with their picture. it could be something they have been hoping, feeling, or wanting at that moment. Some show vain, some hid behind their smiles while others are just being themselves with weird looking faces.
How did we not realise, the things that we show to people without really meaning it. I may not make any sense but every photograph tells a story. Hence, explains the reasons why the memories in our head filled with images are significant to us. We go days looking at it that we didn't realise those little things that pass us by. I wish I could just see and listen to each one of their story. There must be a lot happening in each and everyone of their lives and each and everyone deals with it in their own special way. Did it ever occur to you that maybe there was somebody else wondering how your life is going lately? How do you possibly survive through it,
These are the questions that goes through my mind every now and than and often much in the car driving, or maybe while listening to a song. I'm weird like that but that is the thing that keeps me saint and on the ground. Believe or not you know and it is clear that every status on facebook shows the real you or a part of you. When someone stop updating anything, you didn't even realise he or she was missing until that person coincidentally comes to your mind and you began to wonder whatever happen to all those every minute status update and weird looking pictures on your newsfeed.
I think I have been babbling a lot without making any sense and excuse my unorganized writing but I've been so out of touch since my last post so I hope you understand what I'm trying to say.
Slower To Fast
I hesitated my writings, putting pen to paper didn't felt right nowadays. I wanted to let my guard down when writing the words that tells a story of life and hope but I had nothing. So the sentence was left hanging, unfinished, and never be touched again. It feels like I was so afraid that someone might find it, read it and judge it. What happen to those feelings and inspiration to write things.