leluhurkupu

lately i miss many things. ramadan tends to do that. i miss wattpad in all its glory so much. i look at my ancient screenshots longingly. although i know there’s no point in going back, i still urge myself to taste it, the ghostly sensation of being there in the old timeline, tick tick, vivid only for a moment, then dwindles. a lot dwindles actually, even moments i am in yesterday. i eternally aim to capture the in-betweens, record the slippery. i’m greedy for maintaining the auras of time