Epiphany :D

People, in general are like careless travellors in an airport.
You go to several locations, and it seems that no matter where you transit, no matter how you psych yourself not to leave anything behind, but still, cannot help leaving a little of yourself at some unexpected corners.

Sometimes we can go back and pick it up, sometimes it gets lost...and in the second instance, what is left may be a stamp right on the pages of the memory which speaks history of the footprints. That is why the stamp is a reminder of a happy point. A delirious throwback. You can see it in either way. Holy cow, the blasphemous uncertainty!, or relish on the upcoming happy points to fill those empty pages. It's but a sketch in the mind.

Maybe if you are lucky, you may get to meet someone who shouts and pouts just the way only you will understand. Maybe that person was there to be your Perfect Default.

Careless Whisper

The most raucous of surroundings could not drown your voice.
Oh those heart strings you pull.
You did not come to my senses --- these hundreds of days.
Like a dream you came, in a dream i fled, in a dream you chased.
In my nightmare i left.
Facetious and wildly beyond.
Surmounting recesses.

I did not come to my senses.