Where Our Yesterdays Unravel

Pursuing equity since eight is what makes him run to writings as his solace. For wherever he goes, unique, stillness and freedom haunts him. Carrying his nameless history that walks back and forth to chase him. It never stop till it makes him bleed to his roots. And of someone who desire badly the severance of his departed years, he needed to pick a fragment of him suited for his present.

Some of our yesterdays stays because we remembered not that we felt. If there's a place where reverie sits next to us then it's the land of memories. It fades, I doubt. It unravels itself-showing the good parts and slowly surfacing by the worst parts. Our heart says, it's unending and our yesterdays will speak to us for we carry on what we bear in our minds.