another nocturne thought
An evening outdoor affair is cool - meeting new people, feeling the cold breeze, talking about what not matters, caring free.
Leaving the pack was a very easy task. A couple of handshakes and bidding goodbyes is just like that. But walking away will always make you look back. Look back to the past that once became you.
Did I become who I wanted to be?
Have I walked the path I chose to take?
The moon which I stared at before didn't change. Now, the moon is looking back at me. Asking if I changed.
I could feel the cold wind blowing again. Walking the same path doesn't mean I didn't change. I didn't stop. As long as I keep moving, I know there'll always be change. Though the change may not be what's been anticipated. Keeping up is what shall I be enduring.
Still, the nocturne washout.
Leaving the pack was a very easy task. A couple of handshakes and bidding goodbyes is just like that. But walking away will always make you look back. Look back to the past that once became you.
Did I become who I wanted to be?
Have I walked the path I chose to take?
The moon which I stared at before didn't change. Now, the moon is looking back at me. Asking if I changed.
I could feel the cold wind blowing again. Walking the same path doesn't mean I didn't change. I didn't stop. As long as I keep moving, I know there'll always be change. Though the change may not be what's been anticipated. Keeping up is what shall I be enduring.
Still, the nocturne washout.
another nocturne thought
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