It’s funny how reading an old blog can bring back so many memories.
Memories which smacks a smile on your face.
Memories which pulls your heart into a thousand directions.
Memories which makes you miss somebody who shouldn’t matter anymore.
Well, what I miss right now is
the way I used to express myself.
How it came so easy and effortless.
How I sounded so intelligent and callous.
I guess I’m lacking of inspiration
and of a muse.
I miss the old ming.