Summercat

It's like being in love again.

The first few days after coming back from an overseas trip with your friends are always the worst. There's an empty void, a hole in the heart, you can't breathe, and all you think about, all you see, is the trip. For that few days, you are motionless, and the world passes by without you knowing. It continues, but you are indifferent to it. You choose to be indifferent to it, because you know that after the experience of something so sweet, so pure, so real, you are incapable of going through the monotony of a routine life anymore. Everything turns monochrome, and only your nostalgia is coloured. You don't eat. You don't drink. You sleep, dreaming of yonder days, and when you wake, it is a living nightmare because the past is the past.

Today, I came home and I realised that all I looked forward to was to be with them again.