Filmstrips of My Youth
(A prose made by my younger self)
The night was more peaceful than the day when the youth's radiance echoed throughout the neighborhood. A glimpse of happiness was a thing I once discovered.
The moon was sleeping and the glittering stars pulsated its color as it gradually fades in the galaxy.
A ray of light, a heart-pounding feeling, a discovery, started disorienting itself and dissolved its meaning.
It looked like an old film to me,
Like a never-ending limited story plot.
A filmstrip which kept itself in a tiny room.
Waiting to be discovered, waiting to be seen by your hopeful eyes.
It keeps on playing until one day, It burns out and lost its color.
The night was peaceful as ever,
The serene wind whispered through my window,
Just like how I was supposed to remember.
Just like a film, designed for you to remember.
But we also chose to forget its purpose,
Even as much as the filmstrips convey what you and I had discovered.