Just got back from a holiday.
loads of new experience and memories to be kept in the glass bottle again.
but then again, pass by many past memories that we left there meant to be taken with another part of my life
i got to learn that not everything was meant to be kept in my storage. some were meant to be thrown away while some were just meant to be left there untouched.
Humans are pyscho and i think i am.
Those left untouched i wanted to rip it off, just so i could feel belong.
those that are thrown away i wanted to just keep into my storage so i could glance through once in awhile.
i miss those time when i’m at the pearl island just hoping around and searching high and low for those things lying around
I miss him, her, them, they and us