There is some mysterious bliss, along with melancholy when you travel down the same path you once took daily , for commute; listening to your playlist. You reminisce all your memories when you're heading for a rendezvous with your friends. This all is so nostalgic & vivid in your eidetic memory that you get so confused if its real or surreal? ... For a mere second you don't know if you're living it again or if you travelled back in time or life gave you another chance or something?!
Why is it that when you're out of this hazy, overwhelmed phase & sorted your thoughts out of the abyss.. the time you were suppose to enjoy ends already?
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Amidst Darkness
PoetryAmidst my Darkness.. I write & find solace!~ (I may post here or I may post on my insta acc @howls.of_soul. Please check out if you can. TIA~ ^-^)
