I do not know if I will have the time to keep posting, as I will become busy with trying to study and fit in. But nevertheless, this blog has been a personal diary of some sorts. I share my deepest thoughts and insecurities here.
Even if the occasional reader had no clue as to what I was speaking about or feel the same way as I did, you made me feel not alone. I know people dismiss us, saying we are adolescents and it will all be okay, and soon we turn 18 or 19 and forget how it was like being 15 or 16. Our faulty memories become reminiscences and all of our selfies become ancient photographs.We will become the parent to a child and the grandparent to theirs and we will fade away, just as plain memories. But, right now, this isn't a memory. This is happening.
This is happening and I am thinking about her and she seems so beautiful. I felt the moment, when you're not a sad and helpless story any more,
This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story, you peer out of the window with a smile and look at the cars whiz you by, the trees dancing to the rhythm of the wind. You go to your terrace and see the cars illuminate the highway, the cars fill the void with a cacophony of sound and everything that makes you wonder happening around you.
Even if the occasional reader had no clue as to what I was speaking about or feel the same way as I did, you made me feel not alone. I know people dismiss us, saying we are adolescents and it will all be okay, and soon we turn 18 or 19 and forget how it was like being 15 or 16. Our faulty memories become reminiscences and all of our selfies become ancient photographs.We will become the parent to a child and the grandparent to theirs and we will fade away, just as plain memories. But, right now, this isn't a memory. This is happening.
This is happening and I am thinking about her and she seems so beautiful. I felt the moment, when you're not a sad and helpless story any more,
This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story, you peer out of the window with a smile and look at the cars whiz you by, the trees dancing to the rhythm of the wind. You go to your terrace and see the cars illuminate the highway, the cars fill the void with a cacophony of sound and everything that makes you wonder happening around you.
Then you listen to that song, the one you heard with the people you loved the most in the world.
And in this moment, I swear, you are infinite.
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