Tonight these written words have hit hard, shaking and trembling every pages of thoughts that were thought of. Each entry is like a time capsule which carefully threads the specific story to it.

Here I am in a different place on my own, starting from scratch all over again, like I have pressed a reset button.

Simple greetings you would have asked even if it is just a question intentionally left on this site. Technology have taken distance and conversations onto further unnoticeable impairment.

Forgetting made convenient.

But you hope even the trivial of hope that someone out there reminisce and finds you here writing... still.