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was walking down the canteen everything seemed the same the tables, the benches nothing seemed to be out of place only the shade. the feeling of being outcasted being a stranger being someone who do not belong there just feels so weird and unwelcoming. walking through where i used to walk in a slighty different shade of blue only reminds me of how fast things have happened. what i dread at the same time called home is now what i miss and what i can only call my past. t i m e i feel the lack of that element in my life i feel as if the winds are pulling me through my life giving me no time to stop and ponder nor time to stop and treasure. things have changed from black to white i've made so many new friends and at the same time lose the time i had with the others i so treasured. there's so many things i've gained and so many things i've lost during my experience. from the cosy place i've called home for so many years i had to put that down prepare myself to adpat to a new enviroment a whole new unfamiliar place with new faces, new responsiblities, new way of doing things. it quite amazing how we all made it through all these while. as i stand in the middle i felt transparent like i'm non-existent even when i'm standing right there.
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author Michele all these while...
February 2011 |