Sitting at the top staircase of the Five Storeyed temple, or Nyatapola as the locals say, i'm searching for the path to vindicate myself from all the painful experience that I've been experiensing for the past few weeks. Music playing on my earphone while writing this note just makes me focus on what i shud've done in the past instead of what i had done. Seeing people walking back home after as the moon starts to shine, i think i must've done the same when it was never too late. Yet i'm sitting here listening to the bells chiming as the wind blowing makes the hanging bell move. The darkness portraying that its too late for me to get back from what i take it as the chance that i have lost way earlier than i had realized my mistakes. Definitely regrets Are there as i gaze people walking in front of me. I had ignored all the signs that was indicating the implications of what it seemed meaningless and now here i am looking behind my past and blaming myself for all. They say time heals everything and its for time to make me go with the flow an live my life to fullest. Untill those days get back, I dont see any silver lining to the dark clouds that have been hovering over me....
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