Milomi's world

Every year on our birthdays, we cut a cake and blow out candles to make a wish. Every year we wonder how time flies by so quickly and how the next year is already here. We forget ourselves in celebration and joy, and accept the new us the we find. We don’t realize it, but we’ve changed.

We feel a pang of nostalgia while looking at albums, but we brush it away. We get excited when the radio plays an old song, and try to sing along. But before we begin, we catch ourselves and bottle up enthusiasm.

We don’t get why we see sudden flashbacks, and see familiarity all around us. Nothing seems new anymore, and everything has already been explored. We try to force joy into places where it doesn’t belong. And sometimes we just fling ourselves on a bed, and wonder what’s wrong.

At our next birthday, we smile at known faces and remember how everything was. How everything was before it changed. Before one had to think a million times before before doing something. Before everything became so complicated. We reminisce and open ourselves more every time. Till we are able to stifle a laugh and hold back a tear without falling deep into the abyss of nostalgia.

Written by
Milomi.