it came in waves every so often
and, every scenes was too vivid to call it a mere nostalgia
like when its five in the morning and i was sitting on the roof, gazing at the peach painted east sky as the sun gradually rose above the horizon
or when i was unable to sleep, i drew back the curtain and stared beyond the window at the starry sky up there
its as if every beautiful things i saw would only drift my mind away, back to those long gone days
back then, i hadn't had any idea that what made me whole in that very moment would one day leave me empty
this empty