suddenly everything i read or talk about with people who weren't there doesn't seem to catch my attention as much. i used to absorb myself in reading about others' thoughts but that doesn't seem to matter much any more.
i feel sad because i want to share all the visuals, all the memories and all the moments with those who weren't there. but then again, i think that it is no use attempting to replicate something that can never truly be replicated again. so i feel it pointless. but it was such a picture of beauty, of vibrance, of life and bursts of colour.
it's a pity that the glory of the time can only be appreciated by few. i wish there was a way of telling the select few how beautiful it was though, of conveying through rich pictures and choice words.
hopefully the excitement will not wear down and i will be able to find the same zeal to talk about it weeks on, the way i have in these last few hours.
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