A cold-hearted year that whooshed away
Some days I feel the day goes slow
While some days it feels so fast
But both have 24 hours, nothing more nothing less.
So time is actually, always, relative.
2016 sort of disappeared from me.
Gone just like that.
When I relook at my texts and photos (the only evidence that I lived through 2016), so much had happened. But it felt so fast, as if the wind came whoooshing at once, I feel it so brief, then it's gone. 2016 was the wind for me.
How could 365 days become a whooshing wind?
I started the year with a heart break.
The first quarter was just me mending it.
As I was getting myself up again, i've got new people came to my life. I found support, I found a wonderful soul, appear out of nowhere.
Then, one by one. People leave. I know this is how life goes, 'People come and go'. Yea. That year really thought me how it feels like when people come and go. I learn to let go. I learn to not get close.
As I was getting myself used to people leaving, I had my heart hurt again. July.
This time, I'm not sure whether it hurts less or it hurts so much that I felt numb. It was something like, 'Of course! Whatever. I'll live'.
It went on that way, and people keeps leaving, I was literally left on my own. About 3 years I've been living independently in this noisy city, it was at this point that it truly felt 'you're on your own'. I truly felt what its like to be in the middle of thousands people, but feeling alone.
Towards the end of the year, the end of 2016, I think I was already numb.
And with that, the year disappeared from my life. It was a year that tears won over smiles.
Now I realized, and it makes a lot of sense now.. why 2016 was forgotten. Just like some parts of my teen years gone away with vague memories, I guess so did my 25th year.
2017 so far had been better. Not as good as I wished, but better. The year feels sooo slowwww. Huhu.
And tonight I realized, this December will be MY third year, but to YOU.. it's probably the first year. Probably less.
Time is relative.
Long or short is up to us.
Whichever that goes on with you.
I hope we meet somewhere in between.
And I wish when we do, the time stops.
Where we stuck in time, together, forever.
While some days it feels so fast
But both have 24 hours, nothing more nothing less.
So time is actually, always, relative.
2016 sort of disappeared from me.
Gone just like that.
When I relook at my texts and photos (the only evidence that I lived through 2016), so much had happened. But it felt so fast, as if the wind came whoooshing at once, I feel it so brief, then it's gone. 2016 was the wind for me.
How could 365 days become a whooshing wind?
I started the year with a heart break.
The first quarter was just me mending it.
As I was getting myself up again, i've got new people came to my life. I found support, I found a wonderful soul, appear out of nowhere.
Then, one by one. People leave. I know this is how life goes, 'People come and go'. Yea. That year really thought me how it feels like when people come and go. I learn to let go. I learn to not get close.
As I was getting myself used to people leaving, I had my heart hurt again. July.
This time, I'm not sure whether it hurts less or it hurts so much that I felt numb. It was something like, 'Of course! Whatever. I'll live'.
It went on that way, and people keeps leaving, I was literally left on my own. About 3 years I've been living independently in this noisy city, it was at this point that it truly felt 'you're on your own'. I truly felt what its like to be in the middle of thousands people, but feeling alone.
Towards the end of the year, the end of 2016, I think I was already numb.
And with that, the year disappeared from my life. It was a year that tears won over smiles.
Now I realized, and it makes a lot of sense now.. why 2016 was forgotten. Just like some parts of my teen years gone away with vague memories, I guess so did my 25th year.
2017 so far had been better. Not as good as I wished, but better. The year feels sooo slowwww. Huhu.
And tonight I realized, this December will be MY third year, but to YOU.. it's probably the first year. Probably less.
Time is relative.
Long or short is up to us.
Whichever that goes on with you.
I hope we meet somewhere in between.
And I wish when we do, the time stops.
Where we stuck in time, together, forever.
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