Revisiting was great.
It brought me back to all kinds of memories,
all the days and nights,
the tears and joys,
and mainly,
all the extra sentimental me.
It's like puzzles that scattered everywhere,
but today,
I put up all the pieces of myself again.
Revisiting was great.
But reminiscing the past that I wanted to waive so much
and, now, I'm in sulk again.
