when you thought that something's belong to you, resembles you, a part even and days passed it feels like those weren't that special or destined to be something you will like forever. i kinda have detachment from what makes me, everythingi thought i am or should be. and it feels like i won't be returning, love it the same and completely let it go. like writing, and what i liked most. it's escaping from my heart, senses and being. i guess, things gradually happens such as unloving the once precious hobbies etc.