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Monday, November 21, 2005
i looked back.
walking around the colorful array of lights, sounds and the squibbles of the sweaty little children. the bursts of laughter, the intensity of the crowd despite the calm grey sky overhead. the wind blowing against the faces of the eager children, waiting for their time, waiting for their moment. it pleases me that these children are so happy, just as i am myself. i never was meant to be here, coming back from the hospital, my stomach craved for a rice in a box. (and my stomach almost always gets what it wants). so i am here. standing on the pale grass of what's supposed to be a baseball field. everything actually is all too the same. as is every year for that matter. but now, here, its different. the leaves are where they are but they swing to a different wind. the laughter and chattering are all the same but they are toned to a different melody. yes, it is different.
who said the dark was never meant to be chartered? well, i say it is.
so how's 4th year? well, its okay, harder than 3rd year.
i looked back, to the lights, laughter and chatter, was, then, proceeded to the dull light of a bright fluorescent on top of the guardhouse.
hello mom.
"there is a wall that ruuuns right through me"- kreuzberg, bloc party
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