Note to myself.

I hope it is not an injustice. The stories that I keep to myself.

For I have a lot to tell. For there is a lot I feel.

But I mostly smile and submit to the moment. I don't tell.

Like the memories that arise out of nowhere, thinking of a long lost friend. Thinking, if the friend is really lost or..

Like the conversations I have in my head, to call or not to..

Like the chats I go back to read sometimes, the conversations that made me from time to time.

Like the lingering hope I keep building in my head, of lost worlds and lost people.

I used to yearn to tell. But I'm changing now. I hope it is not something I will regret.

There's a lot to tell. Inside me.