It's been a while since I looked at the album of my past. The snapshots of a memory sealed, things that make me…. me. I remember the breathless moments, the times I swooned over words scrawled over a concave screen. Those were the times, not too long ago.. ... when I was younger, and more idealistic, less cynical, and more liberal with the abuses. At every sudden pitstop in life, you pause to catch your breath... .. and suddenly, everything you used to think was cool becomes uncool. Even the word 'cool' is outdated now, I prefer the medium paces we take, the steps you make when you walk not so deliberately, .. yet purposefully. Maybe you'll strike it lucky like me, one night after a heated week of disappointments, when your spirits are let down, .. and you think you'll take a lifetime climbing up the ladder again, you take a chance-given lot, and walk into a Subway store, put on your silly uniform, and then you felt this urge to say...
A chronic introvert and a dreamy idealist.