it's a long walk
sometimes it frustrates me how tiring it is, always being the reason why i'm late, it not being sheltered from the heat of the sun
sometimes it calms me when i need to take a breather or two before i reach home, and allows me to gather my thoughts, appreciate good music
this path is tinted, or rather stained
with memories of past lovers who would walk me home
when the love was present, this long walk would seem like just a few steps, or not long enough even, for my lover and i to hold hands and have our sentimental conversations, relishing in each other's presence in the moonlight
when the love left me, this walk is the most dreaded thing i would have to face everyday every single corner, regretfully, i have walked with my past love, and this particular corner we had our first kiss, and that particular corner is where you would help me push my bicycle until, and...
some paths even had overlapped memories from different individuals, which made the ache in my heart stronger, thinking about all the people whom didn't love me enough to stay. and this road is where i rode on your motorcycle and held your waist in fright, and that bench is where you arranged candles on the floor that said "i'm sorry", and...
this path had street lamps, and when i had my first ever break up, there was this light that was also timely spoilt
it was never repaired for months
everyday i walked home at night drenched in my sadness, this was the street lamp i noticed, how it could possibly mirror my current plight, how the light in me was gone
only coincidentally when i felt like i finally had moved on, i realised the street lamp was finally fixed
it's light brighter than before
so this path is a paradox
that gives me a skip in my step when i'm happy
that ridicules and haunts me when i miss you
e.m.c.
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