I MISS THOSE DAYS

I miss those days, where all the things I think are analyzed properly. when I still find reading boring novels or spend days by watching DVDs that drain my tears and think it as a brain meditation of boredom in my life. I also missed having all the cliché things that I see will happen, and stupidly, I seriously think it's true !

I miss those times to think and imagine how it feels of first kiss, falling in love like a fool, while i think teenage love is not so complex to understand, do not need reason, do not need another day, no matter who, where and how. I also missed part of lousy me when I really feel shivers, literally, when I fell in love. I miss the midnight phone talking rubbish, till i fell asleep without goodnight. Stupid text message that makes me smile all day. butterfly in my stomach when I would go on dates.

I miss when i awake in the middle of the night and crying for no reason, start the turn on the monitor, write a diary, listening to songs just to try to restore the mood that I do not understand, and when I surrendered to understand I just got back to my blank mind and head to bed .

I miss when I am angry without reason, and laugh only a few seconds later. People would think I'm crazy, and i miss it much when i don't care about it at all. I miss my time talking through a mirror to myself.

I miss hanging out with my friends, doing something stupid and impulsive. I miss talking to my best friend, sharing all the hassle though I felt at that time she doesn't understands me. Off course she won't, who will anyway.

I miss when I eat a lot and don't care if I will become fat and ugly. I miss my time wearing whatever I want without caring whether its fashionable or not. No care despite it's something cool from a magazine.

I miss listening to a pop song and dancing to imitate Britney Spears. And believe me, it was difficult to do. FOR REAL !

I miss when I was very aware when I feel a lot of unclear tangled threads stuck in my brain, questioning A to Z which I myself sick of searching for answers. I miss when I care about the little things that happen in my life and not let passed me by. I miss when I still have a stack of paper with random words that poured with letters from my heart, for sure you can guess what a mess inside them. I miss when I tried to play my heart to see the ease of all the hassle. I miss dreamless sleep. oh I miss it really bad.

I MISS YOU
I MISS ME
I MISS LIFE
I MISS HOME