What’s Keeping Me
I sometimes wake up at the middle of the night wondering what happened in my dream, because I would often dream about my friends that are far beyond my reach or even just my sight. I can’t deny the fact that I miss them, in some way or another. I would sometimes imagine the idea of just buying a phone card and calling them just for the heck of it. But as always, it seems it will just be an elusive thought, not really bound to happen in the real sense. I don’t know really, if the problem is with me of wanting to connect myself back to these people who had been a part of my life or I’m just thinking way too much that I lose my sense in the process of reminiscing.
But going back to the dilemma, I don’t think I’m in that stage anymore, the “wanting things to be they were” stage. I figured that as one grows older, then everybody does as well. You don’t have to figure it out in the end; you just have to let it be. If you contradict time, there’s no use of wasting your effort because you need to move forward, not the other way around. So the question traces itself back, what’s keeping me from contacting them? I still don’t know.
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