I was in a middle of a lecture class when I read this quote. As soon as my eyes catched these symbols and my brain managed to process them, I felt as if I'm sucked into a different dimension where I'm still here in the class, but I don't know why I'm here and where should I be.
By then, my mind was juggling. Balls of thoughts and memories were tossed up and down, side to side, all across each corner of my head. Among those balls, there was this medium-sized-salient-colored-ball that kept on bumping on the ceiling of my head and it fell down under until it hit my chest. The ball speaks out a name, a name that shouldn't be mentioned because... yes, It hurts… a lot…
I still can't forget what happened on December 25th 2008... One of the saddest night of my life. At that night, there was a pause... a silent moment where I could feel the time stopped. It stood still and whispered fear, hope, happiness and compassion. It did talked, reminisce the bliss I had and the ones that's yet to come.
As I write this note... I don't hear the clock ticking, but I feel the rush of time streaming through my skin. Its swift movement casts anxiety and less hope. I don't understand the language which time uses. I can't predict it too. Not enough morfology's/syntax's/seman
-LSy-
