sometimes, when i zone out, remembering stuff in my head, i often realize how some moment are just perfect, standing still. but the reality to the matter is, nothing stands still. it turns out that we, human must be ordeal because we're expected to relentlessly analyze and deconstruct situations/people again and again and again while constantly trying our best not to feel jaded by any similarities.

later, when i collect myself, i often realize that im surrounded by so many people like me, that change, is just another act of normalcy. that with strength and effort, we could have been anything instead of forever be nothing, forever never made it and forever just be dead.