18/11/15

There will come a time where we will be looking at ourself now from the future.

Looking at the people that have had danced with us,
that have had sung their lungs out with us,
that have had stood by us during the storm,
that have had left us in the rain.

These scent of memories,
some are sweet,
bitter,
sour,
spicy,
breathe taking.

Every hello has a goodbye.

Till again, hello.






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