love in a bowl

everywhere i go,
there's like a timebomb of memories awiting explosion at any minute.
leaving the house has never been more dreadful.
i need a place.. somewhere i won't be reminded,

last night, sitting there..in that familar room.
recalling the american club drinking,afternoon ktving...
combing the streets semi drunk, screaming to jay chou and various hokkien songs.
the butterflies,the wide cheekish grin, feeling like a million bucks everytime you look at me.
it all began then..
but perfection fades and circumstances change.
and now,here i stand again, right back to the start.

maybe, nothing ever really last for eternity
and its a painful reality i have to accept.

-lets not look back-