Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Not a Goodbye

It's my last day in Batam. And I have truly enjoyed doing nothing aimlessly. That is my way of running away but running away from what? That is my 1 million question for this past two weeks.

 I have pretty much shove this uncomfortable feeling to the deepest pit of my heart; let it rot, die a deserved miserable death by itself, as I thought it was simple worry of my future, and that kind of worry is beneath me. But no, in my desperation I recognize it for what it is. It's my way of saying goodbye, though it is never truly a goodbye.

 And I realize despite everything that happens, that will happen, this is the place where I grew, a place of memory, and I miss it. I am still missing it.

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