Memories, They’re Like Confetti

I’ve found myself dancing on my own lately yet, in the middle of the night I’ve been accompanied by them—the ones, moments, and memories—that already been away for a while.. this writing is dedicated to them.
Have you ever felt like everything has come to the very end?
You keep finding yourself in a certain point where you feel like you’ve already been going through everything.. 
Some things that once you really wanted, had already happened
Until somehow, in some point it ended.. 
Then, some things that once you really worried about, had already been happened
Until somehow it ended as well.. 
It feels like it took your entire life to think about the step that you should take or which road you should go down and finally you just found yourself going nowhere... 
It feels you’re in the middle of the bridge that separates two different islands.. 
Only you’re not so certain how long it would be until you reach the other one.. 
In the very middle of nowhere and certainty, you do nothing but looking back and see memories, stories like confetti fall from the sky and scatter all over the place.. 
As you walk down the road you can see the confetti that they left wherever they go..


In that middle of nowhere, you feel completely sad and alone you just too scared to move or walk
Then you let the tears fall from your eyes as those tiny pieces of memory fall over and you can see the reflection filled with photographs of the loved ones, places, moments, songs 
Then they bring you there to the time when everything was perfect.. 
Time stood still..
The world was freezing.. 
Suddenly you realize that the people, the places, the moments are worth more than anything you have.. they were your life.. they are your life..


Finally, you find yourself longing for them, not someone in particular but the whole entire era of sanity and joy that sadly has gone half world away.. 
You can feel it gets colder and quieter and as you write it all down, tears streaming down your face.. 
You just too scared to lay your body down onto the bed because you know that the next day is about to come and something bad might happen because you’ve been unprepared and off guard.. Pity, anger, and despair filling out your mind since you haven’t found anything and anyone like them ever again.. it’s over.. it’s gone..

HIQuarters, Meet the Author!

Diboy
Student at Universitas Indonesia

Seonggok daging yang tidak hanya punya nama namun juga seonggok daging yang terus berpikir dan berjalan menapaki landai terjalnya jalan berbatu bernama kehidupan. Menulis bagi saya merupakan media membebaskan diri dari dunia yang dipenuhi kebanalan dan pragmatisme sistem yang dibuat oleh mereka para penghamba dari efisiensi. Berpikir di luar rule books kadang kala terasa seperti terjun bebas, namun kalau saya beruntung saya akan mendarat di atas bukit yang dipenuhi harumnya edelweiss dan sejuknya cemara.

Diboy
Diboy

Seonggok daging yang tidak hanya punya nama namun juga seonggok daging yang terus berpikir dan berjalan menapaki landai terjalnya jalan berbatu bernama kehidupan. Menulis bagi saya merupakan media membebaskan diri dari dunia yang dipenuhi kebanalan dan pragmatisme sistem yang dibuat oleh mereka para penghamba dari efisiensi. Berpikir di luar rule books kadang kala terasa seperti terjun bebas, namun kalau saya beruntung saya akan mendarat di atas bukit yang dipenuhi harumnya edelweiss dan sejuknya cemara.

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