but the stars are bright.

we are small,

but the world is big.

sitting at my seat and staring at the stars above makes me feel so insignificantly vulnerable.

how big exactly is the world?

what kinds of people are out there?

all these are burning questions stuck in my head.

i would always think that if time could be turned back, would i still be where i am now?

what decisions would i change?

what are the things that i had missed out?

all these would most likely be laid forever as a mystery unsolved.

in the day.. i see, think and do.

in the night.. i smell, feel and reflect.

i go out every single day.

passed by uncountable people.

but.. we are all strangers.

familiar, unfamiliar faces. smiles and stares..

they are all parts and pieces of my memories, just like a jigsaw puzzle.

i would like to know, where had i lost my last piece of puzzle to fill the picture..?

nights.