Nihilism : 8 years of my life's image
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I went to this place, a restaurant in a hill top,sat their had a cup of coffee looked around the scenic, finished my coffee and left.Generally, I would have gone to explore a little interior, clicked few pictures and called a friend just to tease what he missed. Not anymore.Sitting their made me realize priorities have changed, their was a time I would have bunked lectures to be in a place like this, but now it's a normal occurrence, part of a routine. Those hills which used to talk to me now just stood their watching me like an old friend waiting for the call I promised to make a year ago.An epitome of time, they have seen daydreams become nightmare.




Some memories are so perfect doesn't matter how many times you revisit them,there is nothing that could have been improved, they just find the perfect space for them and settle there for eternity and you wonder, they really happened to me or it's just an illusion my brain is feeding to my conscience and to confirm you re-do them over and over, but something always skips or refuses to fit in.Tired. You have now started believing all memories are nothing but fiction.





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