FLASHES

Have you ever wonder of your future? what would it might be like? bad or good. If you were to think of the things that you would have done on the particular time... Would you take those chances? Even if you took it, would you do it in the right way? I am here, counting bits of my time here with my cronies. To leave, means to say goodbye. To be apart. To separate. A sea of despair awaits for its time to wash off your bottled up feelings of being scared of being apart with them. Your affections toward them. Too strong. Too genuine. It's not the place. Its the people. To be back home, means to settle down. To say goodbye takes up the strongest heart to do it. Strong... Is never what I am made of. Those times when we were all together, are now playing back in my mind. Remember to never forget me. Remember me not. I can feel it coming. Those farewells. I can't be there for that. I despise it. I promised you this, by the time I am home. I would feel empty, lost, alone and incomplete. Time had poached my heart when I promised to not to fry it up. Its like I am back from wars. Different. Again. But this there is no more going back. I don't want to cry infront of you guys. I can't look at the faces of my sweethearts. I am truly, deeply, desperately sad.By thinking of farewells. It was never easy. I can't handle it. Its not the pain of anger. It the pain that would kill you inside by just thinking of it. Every night, flashes of the faces of the people I treasures the most came. Those projections. Those memories. "Endure it" said my brain. " I can't breath, its just to hard", says my heart. And it continues on... 3rd of April 2014.....