If life doesn't kill me, nostalgia will.

and I always take pictures, even if I don't want to...

weather report:)

The sky wearing it’s soft grey cardigan, cloudy with a high chance of remembering things that once made us feel warm. 🍂

I always say I believe in living the moment. And I actually do…deeply, madly. I look at the sky and feel it in my bones. I listen to people talking and memorize how their laughter sounds. I sit in golden light and try to soak it in like I’ve got to do photosynthesis. XD

But here’s the thing…
Even while I’m living it, some small, stubborn part of me whispers to take a picture…

Not for the social media. Not even for someone else. But for the quiet panic in my chest, the fear that this little lovely moment will fade away. That my mind won’t remember the way the light fell on me, the way it felt like a warm hug when it did… That this will turn into one of those memories I can’t reach later, no matter how hard I close my eyes and try.

Yesterday, on my way back home, I saw the kind of sunset that makes you stop midway... It was this dreamy mix of soft orange and dusky pink, stretched across the sky like painting. I didn’t even think and my hand just reached for my phone, and I captured it. A second later, I smiled.
That’s when it hit me. This is why I do it.
Why I keep these little pieces.
Because even when I tell myself to just feel the moment, I know myself too well.
I’m scared it’ll fade. I’m scared I’ll forget.

Because if life doesn’t kill me, NOSTALGIA will.

I’m the kind of girl who writes love letters to sunsets, who gets homesick for moments while I’m still living them. I chase scents and silences, the exact shade of the sky on an ordinary tuesday, the sound of rain... I cling to things that most people forget, not because I want to be dramatic about it, but because it actually hurts how quickly things go. How softly they disappear...

So yeah, I love to capture the moments…to pause in the moment, just enough for my future self to remember how much this meant to me. That I was here. That I felt it all.

And to the ones I didn’t capture — the bus rides, the glances, the laughter I forgot to record…
I hope you know I loved you too.

~Have a good day, dear friend:)