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it was when the first nokia was released. and the beeper has reached the end of its golden time. when the smell of the ground just right after the rain is cloaking the moistened grasses and the far sound of approaching train that seek for your departure still barely drown our trembling, melancholic voices, you said it. you said the promise of a rendezvous set half a decade away from that day under the misty clouds.

and up to this day, even when time almost past the era of secondhand serenade, every moment the exact anamnesis embrace me, the same soft yet fading voice that uttered the promise struck my sad longing for the erstwhile vow now ironically half a decade past its date. i say, it’s futile to be told of how algid i could be now. for after that day when i lowered the walls that surrounded me, i have just been reminded of why i
built them so high.