Has a place ever made you feel like a piece of your soul belong there?
Although the place is as simple and seems normal to other people, especially since it is a mall.
But somehow, the vibe and the memories that you created in your mind made you feel as though, the version of that place in your mind lived, in reality.

Maybe because of the fact that there was a small section
of cheap and underground books that you usually wouldn't miss going
or the fact that Jason Mraz songs were played
while you were imaginarily walking in between the racks
of organic soaps that made your heart leaped, and felt happy...
as if you were really living in that moment of your imaginations.

But do I have to go there often?
If that place makes me feel contented still?
How do I feel certain if that place will ever give me the same kind of vibe again?
And for how long?

But perhaps, I have to write.
And perhaps, the place that I wanted to go so badly shall remain in between the pages of my book.
And perhaps, I do not have to travel far to get there again.