Leaving.
Going back to the land where all my memories were born, and seized to exist the day I left without looking back to avoid the tears that fled within me.
Finally I am returning. But not for good. I am going back to say my final goodbye. The farewell I never dared to bid before, I am going back to my unfinished busniess and unresolved issues.
Bittersweet goodbye.
I remember the day I arrived here, I slipped into shock like a cat slips into deep sleep for many hours under the sun. The culture shock absorbed me and robbed me from any happiness I might have enjoyed.Then I met him.
I go back to close a chapter in my life, that was once the whole book, not simply a chapter... My heart tears away, lost between thoughts; the love I have found that kept me alive in this land, and my nostalgia for the past thats full of God for-saken memories.Ironic how someone's memories for a certain past, can play such a small role. Yet be so painful as to take them away from pleasures of life.
Until I return... adios fellow bloggers.
Closure for my past begins...