aug 21 in post adolescence

the traffic light in front of my home still count down from 47 seconds

take my metro card i travel between the places alone

just like i used to be

i see no change in this city

the city i call it home

in an unexpected occoasion i saw a lot of my family members

dont know how to start a conversation with them

chose to sit in the corner and keep silent 

just like i used to be 

yet i see a great change from them

how about me

there is a part of me actually dont want to leave

but the other me tell me this should not be the end for my plan

people maybe dont consider 25 years person an old guy

but i know that i am already too old to take my backpack and just leave without left any tears

the best memory is always bitter sweet