=)

I had a particular thought in mind, but right now I'm too happy, hopeful and thankful to write that kind of a post. Maybe some other time. Or better yet, NOT. =D

~But They're Back Again, Just Like A Long-Lost Friend, All The Songs I Loved So Well.

On the days when I would be really early, I could get the same glimpse of this empty space. But the room seems smaller now, which is weird 'cause God knows I haven't grown an inch taller than I was back then. -_- The arrangement is still the same, but the podium is on the side of the window now, instead of being near the entrance. The view outside the front window is completely different, though. No open yard for a bit of farming. No old man sleeping on a wooden plank. I remember one of my friends wondering how good-looking that man must have been in his youth. Haha! Crazy days. :'D
The window at the back holds the same view. Tin roof. Climber plants. Clothes laid out to try.
But I think there are six chairs in the last row now. There used to be seven. And, my God, we needed every single one of them.
The most amazing part? Still no curtains on the window. The same scorching sun on the chairs. Wow. Just, wow. =P
I will miss this whole place, I tell you.

All The Same

I wrote a hundred lines; no more, no less. And I still remember precisely what you said after I had finally gathered the courage to bring it in front of you. But I'm thinking, it wasn't your fault or anything. Maybe quite a few things weren't your fault. Maybe, over the years, I've blamed you for some things that I shouldn't have held against you.
Because, if all of that was your fault, then I'd have to say that, in the end, in one way or another, everyone's the fuckin' same. But I really don't believe that. I don't want to. The only other conclusion is that there's something about ME. Something that pulls all these towards me over and over again. Maybe I'M inviting it unknowingly. Maybe it's something I can't ever get rid of, and hence, the repeats, the deja vu.
Well, if that's the case, I might as well start learning to live with it, right? I love doing what I love doing. I'm not going to change that. The one thing I can change is how much I share.
So, there you go. Here's to your newly-discovered partial innocence. I still don't like you, though.