Stride

2024. 3. 11.

Less and Less, Matt Maltese

I love to stride old path. Without plan. While taking a stride, I love to remember old message recorded from myself. Like walk, remembering among the mountains of memory little by little. Sometimes I cry. When I found old forgotten story about my lovers.

As the wrinkles deepen, the moment of separation approaches. It's time to end for the stirde. That was sad moment. Our story is going to be ended. But hopely, I wrote many stories for me. For not to forget. Slow and smoothly I walked a unnamed footpath.

Most of us, never remembered to someone. Our glorious moment is short, our lifetime message is too long to record. Just few of us remember your name. Then maybe less people will attend to your funeral.