After eight years, the place I buried in the back of my head is now again in front of me. Memories from the past are now flowing once again like a water on the river inside my head. I thought I already decide what I must let go and what I must keep until the end but then little did I know, I am still carrying everything inside.
Just like what I always said, there are small things that we thought nothing but then one day it suddenly become a trauma that we never thought will haunt us. I didn't know that sitting beside my brother on the back seat as I watch the car enter the huge fancy gate of the place I used to call home is one of those unknown trauma.
I am deceiving myself. I thought I can handle the suffocating feeling once I step my foot in this place after eight long years but then no. What I am feeling right now is escaping, I wanted to break free. There is suddenly an invisible leased on my neck and it is choking me.