Nostalgia

Modern days in modern City seemed unreal. People is busy as a bee. Buzzing when they passed by me. Bumping each other like old friends and couldn't care much if it hurts or not. Niether couldn't pause for a second to be human and perhaps said "Ouch! That hurts." Time is running out and minutes were counted. Somehow, that's what we call life. Maybe it only happens here.

I couldn't imagine I will be this nostalgic with memories. Those yesterdays' feelings seemed so mundane but it matters now. The monotonous living at home. The slowly but surely meal. The memories you've gathered from taking time under blanket and sheets were once taken for granted but now it's nostalgic. The boring life. The dust on every gravelled street seemed better. Hasten only happened when somehings burning. However, It only happens under circumstances.

But here, under this towering building and this burning heat of the sun, life is always at haste. It grows tiresome. It gets boring. Nostalgia is a bitch and I cracked at it.

-rcc