flipping through my jc notes
is just like unlocking my book of memories that i had tried to bury in the deepest end of my heart(brain)
click click click..,
is the sound of locks unlocking,
for every page i flipped

that's why i hate looking back at my jc notes
i hate myself for searching shadows of you
remembering your every sound your every move
that does not exist now

a silly thought came into mind:
do u think of me when you saw something related to those 2 years..like me?
i bet you dont.

it's late.better go off to sleep.
goodnight.