//6:19 PM

6:19 PM – 18/07/17

What once stand there before was a beautiful building, standing tall and proud. But now, all that is left are remnants of what was once an art, a masterpiece. She thought, maybe this is the reality of life. You will wake up one day with nothing but pieces of memories of lovely and beautiful things you used to hold by your hand. You will wake up with nothing but of black and white pictures of yesterday’s. You will wake up with nothing but a handful of ashes to be scattered along the seaside. You will wake up one day with everything that you loved – gone forever. It may be when you turn 70, or now that you are seventeen.

She hopes that if she ever wakes up from that day, it wouldn’t be today.