Myself ten years ago. Myself five years ago. Even myself two years ago.
Sometimes it feels like they are not the same person.
It's like there are many channels. As you grow older, change the channel.
About friendship, family, love. About ill-defined moods.
Many of them are my own memories, scattered here and there, and I want to tell stories to myself.
But I don't know where to start.
Then think of where it is.
While the memories are still lingering.
Ps: I write sometimes fast and sometimes slowly. After all, growth is also a variable speed sport.