It's so Gray

Maybe we've met on a day that looks like it. When we wake up in a place that somehow we can be there. We can't know for sure why it's there, can't understand why it's there. Though clearly it is not a place to be in return. No bad memories. It was once a place that gave happy memories. We remember so many beautiful memories there. I don't want to be forgotten, and I don't want to change. However, it's just a story of past memories, long ago to be exact. Remembering it only hurts because it's so beautiful and asking if it will ever happen again?

Then we try to improve our position at that time. Then try again to remember the reason why suddenly there. Slowly opening box after box containing memories in his head. Why are so many memories piled up there and some of them make us not want to leave them? It's just that if we wake up at that time, we will return to the existing reality, where we will only remember those memories and try to come back even though we don't want to go back.

Time is indeed too quiet to pass, even though previously it was only silent through the silence that suddenly brought it back there. Even though it is accompanied by light, clouds of smoke always cover you like the fog that will block the condition of getting there as a whole. Hope the bright light can help and can lead to finding us back to them. But somehow it still can't, what is there even makes you forget why it can be there. So quiet, floating, feeling empty, feels like everything is moving so slowly. And filled with faces that are not clear but it feels like we know him so closely.

The aisle of the heart is open calling, smiling is this really all, crushing everything that exists, making you gasp for breath and wanting to fight to survive on your conscience. Whether it's morning, afternoon, or evening. so dark but filled with light that was obscured by a cloud of smoke like a thick fog that obscured the eye to be able to clearly see what time it was, it's so gray.

The voice called then appeared in our dazed gaze. We know him very well. So close before. Until the cold makes the atmosphere frozen at that time. Cold but full of warmth for the heart. Exploring the body does not shiver the body. We know him so well, it feels like whispering he is talking with a smile. The former life, sad and happy blended into one. Tried to hug but couldn't do it either.

Where is this, why is this, and could this be. Are we in such a gray world that wants to repeat itself but is impossible to repeat? Where are we?

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