So yeah. Today I went to places. Saw Atok and Nenek after quite some time. They're just.. purely beautiful. Somehow I'd always find myself fascinated by old people and their infinite charm. They're just lovely, you know. And somehow as my lips form a half-smile, I'd always find my heart weakens as my mind absorbs the visual. The happiness in their teary eyes as someone visits, as it isn't exactly the most often occurrence in these very last days of their lives. And it always makes me wonder, what would I be when I reach that age. Or would I even make it to those later years of my rather inexplicable life.
Well, don't worry if you think I'm blabbering some nonsensical blabbers. Even both my brother and the Captain told me I tend to think a bit too much, a bit too often. But I'm a thinker, and as much as I hate myself for overthinking, I just tend to enjoy that part of me a bit more.
Good night.
