Movie Ticket

Been through certain incidents which left their trademarks deep within for the past 10 days; from defending myself against hundreds stares down at random street to marrying two males at one go with ridiculous decoration on the head, from having sleepover at a friend’s place without pillow talk but only the online novel and restaurant city to psychology lecturer telling us soft toys are allowed during lessons. Memories which some may record them down by keeping them in the heart or writing it somewhere noticeable, or perhaps the opposite, where some may simply keep the objects with the stated date as proof to such wonderful happening, movie tickets for instance. It is amazing to see how people tend to treasure one little piece of paper and have it with them 24/7 as though it is the lucky charm, well, that is until its magic runs out some day, where we would find the so called proof no longer available as the printing has faded, leaving nothing behind but the image we then created during flash back. We refresh our memories every now and then with every day’s incidents taken place, with the new appearances we’ve met and befriended. Feeling alienated we could be, when we see the unknowns commenting on the group of people we’re once closed with and still are, bringing back the times when the bonds are still strong enough to hold on. A different movie ticket takes over the previous one, until the writing fades away, one day.