Whenever I flip the pages of my journal
I feel like my past coincides the present I'm in;
Filled with memories that defined my life
Filled with emotions that drawn me on the inside --

Happiness,
Sorrow,
Excitement,
Boredom,
Sympathy,
Anger,
Anxi­ety,
Self-loathing,

And anything else...
In retrospect, I see all those things
As an indecipherable chain of events
Clustered into a constellation...

And this will forever light up the fragments of my life...