why we love to sink in memories....different kinds of thoughts, different faces, different smells, different feelings playing around us...some of those makes us laugh..some makes sleepless nights...some memories like a wave...i swear i feel this..like a jerk in nerves....ya.! there is some also makes me impatient.
memories..memories are i think a leisure...not exactly..ummm.. its a uncertainty, you don`t know, when you`ll be attacked..!
Not all happenings become memories..some of that....its not mandatory that the moment must be special....although nothing is special in its own extent, we make it.
I don`t know what is exactly it is..sometimes i find myself crazy.... i can feel my desired one, moments..you are allowed to think that i`m living with memories...but you ?..you too...!
laughs with friends, losing friends....losing my own..may be i`m thinking more...but i can`t help it...its so precious to me....
when i stop to memories then i told myself i have to move on...coz i have to make a lot more memories...
thoughtful
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