a feather floating on the wind is always deemed something lost in the breeze of fate, but you showed me that one could have the life of someone who happily dances in the air of such mystery.

sometimes
the more you try to find yourself
the more lost you get

there is always this odd feeling whenever i hang out with people from my past. not that we have cut our connection, but we just rarely see each other, and we often only do just to catch up with our lives. i cannot help but to reminisce and notice the difference between now and then. how we used to be like this and how we are doing now. it is both nostalgic and hollow. we are now not who we were. life now is not how it was.