London. 11 Mar 2021
As I breathed in the fresh air while walking along the high street, with all the shops still shut and empty. I wish I can go in and browse, looking at things that I dont need but want to have. And mostly is the book stores. Just to breathe in the smell of new printed papers of each page. I miss feeling of being content enough to just have a day to browse the city, mindlessly.
My baby sister is turning 18. That also means I've been away for such long time. And yet, I dont feel the time apart is such a big dent. But when I look at my parent, I can see it in their deepen wrinkles. Yet again, I still havent done much for my life as I wish to.
I looked at all the display books on the window today and wonder, if I ever will have a book there, not that I started to even write anything meaningful but I have an idea and some back-bone for something worth writing. But I wonder if I will ever get around to it...
Life is full of half-lived dreams.
