It’s more sentimental. Each street, cafe, restaurant, hotels, the air itself even the circumstances brings up memories.
Vivid reminiscences of “our” times.
Focusing on some work to do.
Trying to take a rest hiding in the room.
But, by the walking the street and looking at the hotel with full of memories, I couldn’t hold more.
There are many things I want to tell and also listen.
However, my status prevents it.
I believe in more than words.
Until the bright sun is up, I will keep focusing on healing myself.
Generating bright and promising aura from my side is the prerequisite for everything, especially to avoid same kind of failure that I caused.
Keep repenting, following treatment with no deviation and as a result, going back to the mind of innocent child…
Circling in my mind over and over.