Meeting your old friends after seperated for decades should be like… binge talking, binge eating, nor binge watching. But, the things wasn’t turn out fine. I was lost in thought, sinking into the deep water, like dying. The worst part was, they followed me to the bottom of the ocean.

It was a short escape. Otherwise, i didn’t know what would i go for. I didn’t know what i run for. I  didn’t even know what i did for. Everything was blurry. I saw a fragile in me, in us.

The not so this typically Saturday nite, i didn’t know that should i thanks ‘em or do apologize for ruining the vibe. I thought there was someting missed. I just kept thinking, maybe i was tired and need some sleep. Maybe i was still missed ‘em but the times just didn’t into me.