I've been drunk once,
maybe twice or more.
Drunk with nostalgia,
from a bottle filled with
my memories.
It sounds funny, but even a bottle can hold memories, like how a certain song reminds me of my childhood, the aroma of boiling rice making me feel like I'm nineteen and at FCE again, the dusty road I used to skip on, my old clothes, those songs that take me back in time, all reminding me of a different time, when I was a different person.
Today, I'm reminded again of how much I've changed as I leaf through the pages of this green book. Filled with handwritings that look nothing like mine, but are mine all the same. Needless to say, my handwritings have changed with me.
I used to be a different person and I viewed the world more differently;
As a child, I was carefree, hyperactive and talkative (still am). I layed out my first story which hatched into the purest of my dreams... becoming a writer and an artist, even if I didn't realize it yet. I had my own share of adventures though, I tried planting a biscuit tree with a piece of biscuit, I opened up every gadget and gizmo to find magnets, wire or any thing that looked like treasure. I caught and kept tadpoles for fun, fed ants, baby mice and what have you.
My teenage years weren't so fun a lot changed so fast that I couldn't keep up. It was in my teens I realized how much I didn't fit in, but my art always helped me escape. My teenage days had its joys though, I made life long friendships and discovered God in a new way.
I'm an adult now, even with my scars and lessons, even with how so much has changed. I guess I'm still that little girl who wanted to draw, write and discover the world. I'm still growing, still learning, still creating memories, because soon enough even today will be a glimmer in my past.
A glimmer in the past,
just like the stars above.
You know they say,
gazing at the stars
is a look into the past.
Those blazing balls of fire,
miles beyond human reach.
Takes eons of time to travel,
to our very sight.
By the time they alight,
as speckles of light,
visible at night,
centuries have gone by.
Sometimes I ask myself, when the years go by and I gaze upon the house I used to live and watch my memories play out before me, will I be glad I took every step I did, glad I took that risk, glad I tried again? I guess I don't have an answer yet, I'll just have to wait and see.
I wish certain things could stay the same, I wish some moments would last forever, this laughter I share with those I love, the hugs, the stories, the meals. But things just have to change, I have to change. Soon they'll become memories of time past and I'd make each one last. I'd make them worth remembering, I'd make beautiful memories.
You should too.
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