Quiet.Distanced.

"It's spring is it? A year is almost ending."

It's been awhile I left my blog. As soon as I reach the keyboards here, I don't know what to write, haha! I now rather don't go around and play because exam is near and the stress, is tremendous.

I don't know, it's been long time I haven't writing. Allow me to express some, I guess? :))

It's Spring, is it? The sakura blossoms.
The petals scatters, like our dreams.

Wind that blew to my face. Sigh, how many days that it has passed?

I twirled the pencil as I think of what to write.
How distanced are we, aged by time.

As I walk where we had laughed,
Things looked like black and white film.
Pictures. Nostalgia. You pastellize my landscape with colours.
Not at my level to define, I can't. It's too colourful.

Paths we follow. It leaves steps.
A thousand step it is, but it leaves doubts.

But as I move to the stairs.
Those pictures you pastellize leaves remarkable memoirs.

But as I look back, will they, us, you or whoever it be.

In the places we used to laugh?

Facing front, I continue to smile.
What was yesterday, was only remnants.
What was now, is only myself facing tomorrow.

Adieu. Goodbye.

I faced front.

I only smiled and walked away.

Asyraf Amir. 2010.5.7