Sitting in this class all my myself yet I am surrounded by people I know. It feels so distance yet so close. I want to run away yet stay here and live on forever with the childish, core memories we have made along the way. Despite that I never have any good memories in here to start with. It always dull and full of gray and blue hues.
Faces I once knew and saw are blurred. The view out of the window seems familiar. I am not ready to leave this place in few months. The friends I made will miss me right? Who knows .. but I sure will miss them. The teacher Infront of the class teaching us something related to to the topic which I can not get my interest into it.
What a shame, curse me or some. I can't do anything about it. My eyes are filled with tears of joy and fear. I am afraid to loose it. Loose all of it. I can't... Can't we just stop the time.
" Man this is so boring" I can hear distant complaining of my colleagues.
Made me question what have we been doing all these years... Spending half of the day in here. Cooking the the hot temperatures of the summer and freezing in the cold winters... For one thing our own memories will be in this place, wondering in this questionable mentality along with the things we, each one of us have lost in here. The part of us which cried for justice will always live in here reminding the ones who sees, of the history.
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Gladiolus
Non-FictionIn the vast canvas of life, we often find ourselves treading the valleys of adversity and hardship. These are moments that test our resilience and shake the very foundations of our soul. Yet, despite the turmoil and the pain, there is a flicker of l...
