Sometimes, at some point, I feel like I'm being too delusional. That what I feel purely comes from my imagination alone. That nothing is true. That it's only in my head. So I say I'm reminiscing from my memory. But memory can deceive, no? Though it's our very own.
I think, if I want to be a little bit honest, it comes from a wish.
That I wish I could say it like that, but I couldn't.
What's in the past remains in the past. Myself should have known better, that it's such a wasteful illusion. Not like it was even a happy one.
I know. What's in the past remains in the past. You can dream, you can feel as if it was real, but it is not.
It's okay. It's not like I am not moving forward. I already have.
But such a moment belongs to me alone. It does not concern nor involve any body else in this world. So please don't question it, don't even mind about it, just let me own it for a while. Since it will soon dissolve like a bubble in the air.
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