all things that had happened.

all memories.

getting reminded of a certain memory as we walk past a certain place.

replaying the moments in our mind like playing an old, silent movie

which seems so blurry, so monochromic,

seeing pictures of selves we've captured without camera

those old, moving pictures

hearing the sounds of our voices, building a conversation

the tones are low, slowly murmuring, weak yet dominating

it feels so real, no? a real, unreachable past

that always walks beside us, that always will be our shadows.

that always appears on every street corners we had once passed, every seats we had once sat on, every places we had once gone to.

only the color had changed, what once was yellow reappeared as blue, what once was red reappeared as blue, in a sudden every color reappeared as blue

because it's how we feel as we reminisce; blue. really blue.

but i will never even once say it's a pain. i will never even once say it's a pain.

because past was never a pain, and will never be.

because nothing about it does worth a pain.

i will feel grateful of every moment that had happened, of every things we had treasured.

all memories were a gift i will always feel grateful of. no need to get rid of it, no need to pretend.

let's accept, carry it with us, and go on, live the present happily.