exhale.. inhale..

...... exhale ......

seems like i've been holding that breath ever since my first day at school.
the moment i entered that kindergarten classroom.

i can still remember the very first test i took.
sitting in a pizza-shaped table & chair.
the proctors catering to a handful of cry babies.

and just this afternoon with one of my courses' card distribution,
the memory of those tears resounds...

yes, it seems like that memory from a distant decade,
was really hardly eons ago.

i wonder... how long will i be able to hold that thought?
longer than i can hold my breath, i hope...
it puzzles me how vivid one memory can linger in my head,
while some pictures wound up as a breeze - cold and distant
sometimes i can feel it coming back, but i could never really grasp when they pass.

i can't help it.
i'm feeling a little nostalgic.
i feel relieved that i have passed all my subjects,
but there's still a part of me that wants to stay..

i know i can't turn back time.
and i don't want to be stagnant.
just like how improbable it is for me to intake the same air that have passed through my system...

now, at this moment, i can't think of anything else to do,
but to again, enter the scene, this unpredictable stage,
and once more, with all might, thrust into the limelight, and...

...... INHALE ......