We had it, we have long past the moment. 
But somehow, when we let our bodies fell asleep at bare floor, our barren souls still feel the pain like it was yesterday. When music rhythms with our breaths, we close our eyes to feel that particular moment all over again.
Long strolls across a new place with fresh air gushing our lungs, filling them to the full makes us remember what freedom felt like. Freedom that we longed for, freedom that we see others achieving while we were prisoned. 
Shutting eyes in dazzling sun, wet grass felt like a soft brush against our skins and we remembered every gentle touch. Every touch that now brings pain like it was carved on our skins with a blade. And we keep feeling it because when our hearts goes numbed we try to make ourselves feel living again. //