Source: meghanr83
This photo reminds me of my childhood.
Walking to school and back with my best friend, meandering through our playground of bamboo and tea fields.
We’d try to find new shortcuts everyday and make new routes for our maze.
All the while looking out for Greater Green Snakes and searching for bamboo shoots that I could take home.
I miss the smell of early morning breeze wafting through bamboo and green tea leaves, carrying the sounds of cicada songs.
Well, ex-best-friend now somewhat of a casual friend/acquaintance.
It’s crazy to think that we were best-friends for 8 long years and now we could barely sustain comfortable dinner conversation, a couple of awkward silences for sure.
But, that’s life right?
It was good nonetheless, definitely had some good nostalgic moments and savored past funs.
As weird as it sounds, I was not saddened, not even slightly. It actually made me happier knowing just how much my life has changed these past years.
I’ve never been happier.
My sister and niece are moving here from Taiwan for good today.
Currently, I’m trying to move all of my stuff from my room into the smaller one. Everything’s a mess and trying to stuff my clothes into the smaller closet is no fun.
I keep getting distracted by everything that I’ve kept over the years. I now realized that I’m a hoarder and I hate throwing stuff away.
Everything I’ve kept have some memory associated with it. I can’t make myself throw them away even though they serve no purpose in my life. You may say their purpose is the memory, but the thing is, those memories are such minor ones they play no major significance.
I think my problem is that I can’t let go. I still miss certain things that are long gone and the people associated with them.
I think it’s time for chocolate and cookies.
Haunted by this empty silence,
unsettling,
impermeable,
seeping through my porous skin.
Mingled dichotomy,
shades of grey,
permanent crevice,
of Pandora’s jar.
