Aren't we humans born to be the carriers of moments ? that turns out to be past or the history which we like to name as memories ,carrying versions of people in our minds that we remember them as one and may be making them time travel so they will be remembered when they are no longer there may be by our side or in existence .
If not then,
why did we born and for what?

You see , we were never apart . I take the parts of you, all your weirdness and stitch them together into words, pen them on papers to make a version of you that i remember and take you everywhere i go  and you think i forgot you , how can i ever?

turns out that the wounds you can't see are the most painful

Sometimes they flow as river
But unable to hold in hands
Sometimes cold as ice able to hold
But not for a long-time
Sometimes like fog able to see, feel
But unable to touch
Sometimes like snow flake able to touch
But runs away along the wind
They might change; may be harden for a while
Or maybe cold or may be warm
Nonetheless they are pure
Because I have seen the water in them
So, I believe they are descendants of water
Every time I miss the pureness
I search them:
Sometimes in tear drops
Sometimes in rain drops
Sometimes in dew drops
Cause they are the cry of nature

Ever pondered how the inexpressible beauty can be described in the few letters yet knowing the word beautiful defines itself in other words.

if i have to go through anguish
to write sad poetry
      will you teach me how pain hurts?
       ( I started to search for the words )