today I sat in the very first room where I made friends for 3 years straight and beyond. its bittersweet, being in the same room 7-8 years later. circumstances changed, situations shifted. I could still hear the laughter we share, my friends. all the yelling and all the screaming that could be heard all the way from the corridor.
I stared at how much the room has changed, and how it probably shaped us as a person we are today. did you enjoy our times together? speaking in past tense kinda feels like they're now forever gone.
the sun is the same sun that showered us with its light a few years ago, yet it felt very different, somewhat a stranger. I looked through the right window where you could see our school's backyard. it looked familiar, sure, and kinda felt the same. but a lot has also changed, my friends. at the same time, it also felt very different. it honestly felt like I'm trying to remember faces I haven't seen before.
this atmosphere really got me thinking, I'm scared to lose my younger self now that we are slowly but surely merging into adulthood. it feels overwhelming, and sadly we don't hang out as much as we used to back then. I guess maybe there's a part of me wishing that I was still 16, and the year was still 2016, and I'd felt my best self. but the truth is I'm now 23, and the year is 2023, and I'm feeling kinda lost.
I can say I'm back, but cant say that I'm home.
since I'm coming back to foreign faces I don't recognize anymore.
May 31st, 2023
7:27 AM
