It is strange.
As I get older, I tend to like old things such as collectables, my old camera, memories...
I heard an old song today that reminds of my younger days.
Faces... places...
The more I thought about them the more painful it got.
I'm not anymore free and available enough to be with them.
And sadly some of them are gone or replaced already.
Life is going forward.
But my front and back are always hard to catch.
It's not happened or already happened...
So I say to myself.
I can only live now and it's already too much to do.


