Everyone has a story to tell
when memories piece up through streets,roads and alleys
where footsteps were printed in mind and soul

My story started and ended at an unseemingly normal road
but a very special yet crucial road for me
and this bunch of friends

Lornie Road, a winding road that has
plenty of runners
curse and push their way through during the morning and afternoon sun
plenty of cars
curse and make sure they stick to their narrow lanes

A smile and a tear appear on my face
every single time as I recalled the time we spent
on the Lornie Road together

We could visit it for days
maybe even 7 days a week
We would slip and fall
and bleed and sprain
We would breath heavily and pant
laugh and cry and sweat
All at the same time

How would I not know till now..
that you girls will think of me when you pass by Lornie Road too?

I will never be able to miss all of you.
Because Lornie Road will always exist.
In my painful memories, my happy memories
and in yours, always.



The road with my deepest fears and tears.