Postcard Time Machine

I didn't aware people still sending postcard until I saw you holding a bunch of them loosely in your hands. You were playing with it as I made a serious attempt to speak. It's been a long time since we last spoke, or maybe I just imagine it. 

Yep, I miss the days when you used to come to me, talking the small talk and stuff and everything. I used to complain even feel bothered. But now I just miss those moments.

And, oh, how I envy whomever it is you sent those postcards to.

image from xkcd.com

Forgotten Future

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...tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther... (The Great Gatsby)

Twenty-six year old and disturbingly confused. That's what I am. When people reach their quarter-life you would think that they have finally found their purposes in life. They would know where to go, what to do or not to do and when.

That's why it feels so pitiful for I still have no clue on how to translate my dreams for the future. In fact, it's slowly forgotten. Eroded bit by bit until there is nothing that remains. 

O life, have a little mercy on us.