When emptiness comes, words shall fill it up.

The empty feeling is here again. I have no idea why it has decided to follow me, and visit me again. Symptoms? Feeling empty, no mood to do things, and.... Pure weird feeling you can't describe in words. But I shall fill it up with words. Words are magical. They appear as normal block letters and then a group of them come together to make a beautiful thing called a story. A story it is.

I'm listening to the song "Kawaranai Mono" by Hanako Oku. It's the OST from the movie the girl who leapt through time, a Japanese movie. It basically means the things that never change. And so which things in life never change? When the only constant in life, is change. It's one of life's intriguing questions. Intriguing.

There are times when I would miss those days I had back in Secondary school. Waking up early in the morning, to bring myself back to school. And taking the same bus route almost everyday (for I would take a taxi if I'm late heh) and experiencing that chill as I listened to my MP3 in that freezing bus. Meeting with my friends, talking with them. If not, reading my book.

But then, I would also tell myself at times of how I wanna move on with life. How I want time to move quickly. To get things over and done with. I used to always think of how life will go on after I've graduated from my secondary school. And now here I am living that life. Certainly time has passed by really quickly. But, certainly. There are times when we could rewind time to visit back those beautiful sweet days we used to have.

I guess we tend to take things for granted. Even though my life motto is something like live the moment, I would also cherish the past. So I guess we all should make our decisions wisely. Time is like throwing a pebble into the air. It will fall back to the ground, and it can't bounce back. But you can always pick that pebble and toss it into the air again. And pick it up.

But in this case, in the scenario, you are memories. Only memories can do it.

The feeling of emptiness is something imperfectly nice. It's unpleasant, of course. But it's also pleasant, for sometimes this emptiness feeling gives you something indescribable and pleasantly nice. It's like... I don't know. Oh well what am I talking about.

I can accept loneliness. It's all about the activity :)

And music, is my best friend.