Sunshine & Rain.

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jeudi 19 janvier 2012

Sunshine & Rain.

Hey, there.

You know, there were two words. That I always cherish in my life. That I will always remember in my life. That I will always imagine myself saying thanks to that person.
Do you like seeing the rays of sunshine? Do you like seeing light rains, or rain? Do you like seeing both things happen together?
That's what I thought a miracle. They form a picturesque of an unimaginable view of nature. Somewhat brings you back to the past and reminds you of those pictures where it fades to black and white.

I am not writing this for the purpose of showing off. Neither for the purpose of showing how melancholic my writings are. But in a form thanks, or rather gesture of warmth saying the memoirs that really stayed with me. From those beautiful smiles that I recorded on my mind, I could withstand more than a thousand bitter and sorrow. Only from those smiles. But of course, happiness is not eternal.
A short need to say, life has its chapters. Everywhere we go, has its bitters and sweet. And for the journey we been through, we left footsteps and memoirs behind.

But let it be that way, I guess. For what habit, or for what reasons shall we stand against our past? The time always pushes through our daylight. Meanwhile we kept on laughing and tearing, we did not realized it was so sooner or such so long that time is.
We shook our heads.Telling ourselves, "It's the reality, dude! You've been sleeping!". We were not. Definitely not a daydream. But we were thinking ahead of time, beyond. Or thinking of our pastime, ignoring what was happening what was really happening right now. You started to smile.

Probably I've been talking what you might not know or I guess you would probably just scroll down to the bottom for a better story, or might've had close this window and open a new one. I'm sorry, but this is all I could write. Hoping anyone to read and inspire them to be better than me or anybody. I'm just a mediocre, who writes memoirs. ;)

The "Sunshine & Rain" has really its story. I would always go look at it if I felt how shitty was the day. And you know where is it? It's just outside, at your window. Anywhere. You just felt some sorta tranquility, when you look at it, it just makes me remind of school life. I guess, that's the same for anyone, no? ;)

Asyraf Amir. 2012.

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