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I walked into my old bedroom after a year as cold nostalgia chilled me to the bone.
The smell, the vibes, the lighting, the setting, everything reminded me of the days by gone.
I had just opened the door to my past.
As I looked around I noticed, every corner of this room had a memory associated with it.
To the rightmost corner right beside the window where
I spent hours playing video games all night,
to the opposite end of the room where I studied hours for my board exams. (or famous five)
To the corner where I had my first kiss and to the corner where I had my first breakup.
To that sometimes serene nights and sometimes of an insomniac's.
To every "owl city" song I listened and daydreamed.
To every sin, I committed and to every wise decision, I took.
To everything I'm moulded into, This room had its fair share.
This room had seen it all.
A mixture of black and white, my past is.
"So why I'm here again?"
"I'm not that person anymore."
"I'm stronger now, I'm wiser now."
"I can stand on my own."
"You can't-fool me you know," I told the room.
"I'm not going back there anymore."
As every breath I took made me a few months younger.
I ruminate as I looked into the big wall mirror which probably was of my age as well.
The mirror I had spent hours admiring myself some light years ago.
That is when it hit me.
The room wasn't trying to allure me into my past.
Because when I looked into the mirror it showed me what I'm now.
The real me.
I'm no more the prince charming I thought I was back then as far as looks are concerned.
But then I'm a prince now as far as my ethics are concerned.
"There's no going back and fixing things."
"I'm proud of what I'm today."
I smile as I open the window nearby.
I always hated the window back then as it brought sunshine inside when darkness seduced me more.
No more though.
I looked upon the overcast alligator sky and asked the universe,
"What now?" As the holy water started pouring in.
Washing away my sins leaving only the good memories.
Reverie whisper in my ear.
"I'm scared to death that I'll never be afraid."
I got my answer.
The room of memories.
I walked into my old bedroom after a year as cold nostalgia chilled me to the bone.
The smell, the vibes, the lighting, the setting, everything reminded me of the days by gone.
I had just opened the door to my past.
As I looked around I noticed, every corner of this room had a memory associated with it.
To the rightmost corner right beside the window where
I spent hours playing video games all night,
to the opposite end of the room where I studied hours for my board exams. (or famous five)
To the corner where I had my first kiss and to the corner where I had my first breakup.
To that sometimes serene nights and sometimes of an insomniac's.
To every "owl city" song I listened and daydreamed.
To every sin, I committed and to every wise decision, I took.
To everything I'm moulded into, This room had its fair share.
This room had seen it all.
A mixture of black and white, my past is.
"So why I'm here again?"
"I'm not that person anymore."
"I'm stronger now, I'm wiser now."
"I can stand on my own."
"You can't-fool me you know," I told the room.
"I'm not going back there anymore."
As every breath I took made me a few months younger.
I ruminate as I looked into the big wall mirror which probably was of my age as well.
The mirror I had spent hours admiring myself some light years ago.
That is when it hit me.
The room wasn't trying to allure me into my past.
Because when I looked into the mirror it showed me what I'm now.
The real me.
I'm no more the prince charming I thought I was back then as far as looks are concerned.
But then I'm a prince now as far as my ethics are concerned.
"There's no going back and fixing things."
"I'm proud of what I'm today."
I smile as I open the window nearby.
I always hated the window back then as it brought sunshine inside when darkness seduced me more.
No more though.
I looked upon the overcast alligator sky and asked the universe,
"What now?" As the holy water started pouring in.
Washing away my sins leaving only the good memories.
Reverie whisper in my ear.
"I'm scared to death that I'll never be afraid."
I got my answer.
