familiar surrounding,

the blue carpet,

musical instrument and stands,

the chilly air conditioning,

meeting familiar people,

i’m back to penang again, earlier, for the sake of the place that held so much memories. memories that makes me feel nostalgic and pondering. does respect and trust that was build was so fragile that it come crumbling down in spite seconds?

the perhaps good old memories that never dies. i dislike the people but i’m drawn to that place. i wondered why. as i long for those good old times, i’ve known well those will always remain as a longing. a dream that will never repeat again once awaken.

this would be my last year here. i wonder what it holds but despite what will happen, i’ll walk through it. i’ll scrap through it; with a smile, bravery, wisdom and of all, an open heart.

the wound is bleeding again. but that’s okay. because i’m now a better and braver person. :) for now, i just want to see everything with my eyes and feel it with my heart. nothing more and less. oh perhaps, with a smile.

the longing is still there. but for now, i’m walking down my own path again.