The empty bed, cups and chair
Kept in order while I stare.
Her faded voice still strum the string of my heart.
The reality of human attachment is boundless, as the vast ocean.
The empty room evokes an indistinct reminiscence.
My childhood stories are fading away
As time makes you bolder
And I'm getting older too..
Who will fathom my unspoken thoughts?
Seasons changed, yet a wistful nostalgia still lingers;
Can you hear me?

Happiness is transitory. Time slipped away in the blink of an eye. The plans we made, the dreams we've chased and the world we've built for ourselves crushed by the unforeseen event yet somewhere down the line it was expected that nothing remains the same. What stays the same at the end of the day is how true we stay to ourselves. To live life with owning our truth and story even if it means to walk on a journey alone.