We met for a season.

they say.. that there are three types of people that we meet,



some we meet for a reason,



some we meet for a season



and some we meet for a lifetime.





that season for me to mature and grow may be gone.. but im missing those people i have met during that season.

if this is earth.. how will hell be?

what can this palm do?

even with my both arms.. what can i do?

i will always try my best to hold what i have always hold on to.

i wont let it go.. because of the time and the much love taken to make it be at my embrace.

how i miss them.. but i only keep it silent.

how i wish for something to happen.. but i know reality will be as it is.





this is how it is.. and shall stay as it is