About You

dearestasprecious

It feels like a day before we have it all the content of feeling together,
Still remember ever we asked 'nothing gonna be the same',
Yas no more,

It feels like a day before we really be comforted by the comfort one,
And warm from the warmest one,
But still remember we take those precious as a granted of everything will be same next year,

Not knowing heart of yours fragile enough to change as the season goes,

If i have the ability to know,
I want to really know what goes around the memories of photograph there that trigger this teary eyes,
What actually unfinish task we left behind that letting it go make it the hardest?
Make one simple happiness in the presence just a kind of torturing mentally,
Make one single laughter weren't feel at whole when your heart belong to somewhere else,
Somewhere body impossibly reach from now on,

I guess it really beautiful, that the moment of stay could not stand,

So does the nostalgia really drown us down?
Or actually fly us high till world below unreachable to be seen, to be feel.

So does the phobia fearing of losing something bear this kind of burden,
Or really memories there were meant to be remembered till we couldn't even see a glimpse of light as we hope on too much to the past memories there,

So does this really mean as unbearable suffering or just state of euphoria?

But there we here, watch and wait till the feelings dissapear so that the presence were less suck,
So that being normal is only the choice than admiring the nostalgia we used to live in,

But if really those nostalgia have the untold truth physical can't handle,
Let us fly higher to see both present and past really waiting for us there,
Just a little more.