for one instance
i'm watching the review of my memories
it came to the part of that particular day
the part where hands were held for a reason

i seriously regard that as one of my most precious memories
one that i doesn't want to forget about
slowly rewinding back to the other happy days with friends
the uniform days

just like these memories played
that fear once again floods in
that darkness crept back in
shattering all of me to pieces again

afraid, scared, frighten, whatever that is
i have ran out of words to describe it
no one's really there around when i really needed badly
alone again and they won as usual case

scared that the memories will be forgotten
afraid that they will be gone
i don't know what will happen to me if i forgets
will i also forget the people?





what if one day i forget about you...

...those faces are just purely faces
the really real is hidden right deep behind
covering with layers and layers of it
coming from all the pain and hurt...