On my 3rd day under medication, I’ve said stuff people might deem it as irrational or perhaps some would even doubt my sanity.
In times like this, the physically weak self has somehow hidden energy carefully under the hands of the spirit. And that’s when one could attain enlightenment at ease.
Relieve myself from the past and move on.
Relieved myself from the past and am moving on.
So what if those archives have vanished into thin air?
Some memories are best remain as memories. And that’s sufficient to put a smile on my face whenever they surface again.
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