Look what has time only achieved.

I was walking along a familiar street even before I knew why it was familiar.

And yet, when I tried to recall what had happened on this familiar street, I couldn't remember the details.

So, I ended up feeling like stopping in the middle of the road that I was crossing. As if by doing that, I'd be brought back to the time when this stretch of road will only begin to have its place in my memory lane.

But I can't. Stop time, or go back in time. So I felt loneliness very strongly, and I felt like crying.

Is this what time does to us?

I only stopped thinking when finally, I cried on the bus. Again.

This time last year, we were struggling to keep holding on and keep walking.

This time this year, I am still struggling to keep from remembering and keep passing time.