At The Door to The Memory
For bit more longer, we’re still gonna be here. Walking into the room we are, and we miss the early gone….
Never we expect high when we stepped into this space at the beginning, this is just another temporary shelter we drop by and try to give a little meaning. We were prepared and knew this is gonna be our short stay only. Honestly, in fact in the end this place never be extraordinary enough to touch our heart.
It is quiet here, those voices are what start fading. It is empty here, those presences are what start disappearing. Some start leaving, and the playful tunes we ever throw to the air start losing the volume. This setting is becoming so hollow. Not the place we are missing, but your being here with us.
It should be just a regular cycle that we’ve been through so many times. But, somehow, it’s been so much different for us. Perhaps, for some irregular fluctuative matters beyond our expectation in this short span of time…
At the door to the memory, we just try to enjoy the last days we have here with the last remaining, appreciating the most before we move on.