Trapped Between Two Lungs


I made the mistake of going through really old photographs, and I realised there are too many things from the past that I miss.

I miss my best friend.

I miss having a fringe.

I miss feeling naive.

I miss the times when I was clueless about the art of Hating People Just Because You Can.

I miss being skinny.

I miss doing whatever I want without worrying about being judged.

I miss feeling like I belonged.

I miss the crazy times I spent with my closest friends.

I miss being liked.

I miss the absence of my self-consciousness.

I miss my old friends whom I hardly talk to nowadays.

I miss being a good friend.

I miss being a kid.

I miss the privileges that come with being a kid.

I miss feeling happy all the time.

And now they’re gone, out of my grasp, forever.

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Michelle Teoh

26-year-old cynical Asian, book enthusiast and purveyor of fine sarcasm.

9 thoughts on “Trapped Between Two Lungs”

  1. Still, many things up there, I feel it too…but then life as chaotic as it is currently, it is sort of exciting isn’t it?

    1. I meant the absence of my self-consciousness.

      Well, it depends. I admit, this year has been really eye-opening and exhilarating, and I don’t regret anything, but still, I’d want some bits from the past.

      1. Sorry silly me my brain didn’t digest the ‘absence’ part. But mich, you’ve become much more free-spirited. nowadays!
        And how can you miss being liked? Everybody already loves you!

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