You know that feeling?
When you love to talk, and labelled talkative. But there are things that you keep to yourself. Not a single soul knows about it? No one except you?
Yes that's the reason I'm writing this late at night. I feel frustrated hiding some things that I wish I could just shout out to the world. It's the feeling when you feel really scared. That if someone found out those inner secrets they won't see you the same. And that thought haunts me. So I try my best to hide it.
Actually there are things I can only dream on. Those dreams I keep locked up inside without telling anyone and the fear grows, that someday someone might find out. It's kinda obvious no one could cause it's all the in the past, and everyone related to that memory is moving on.
Why am I the only one hanging on fragments of memories that means so much to me.... but it was so easy for others to forget. And I'm still hanging onto that flower fields, and the pretty sunsets and the super fast bike rides.. and of course... people I once knew.
Anyway I can forget such memories? So I don't have to pretend? Rather than telling people about the memories, I rather forget it. I don't want anyone to find that side of me.. where I only talk in puzzles and pretend it was nothing.
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