2heures (via wnq-writers)
Reblogging this again, but now talking to myself.
Funny how time flies real slow when you were young that you had so much time to appreciate the real things around you, but when you have grown, time takes control of you and you just can’t have that moment to breathe and really live, as if it’s not for free.
I wish I could go back to those days, you know, just to breathe and refuel my present self. But I guess that is the reason why God has given us the ability to remember, so that we can go back, though not physically, but to bring our hearts back to those memories once more.