Dust.
It's that affiliation you have with Time.
Last time I sat on a swing and stared into it,it freaked me out that i could remember so much.
I sit in the common room today,infested with colourful insects,and I remember every vivid detail of home. Every single one. Where I left the clip,where the filthy handkerchief I was asked to wash still lay on the sink..
It's just ironic how much you remember when you're out of it than in.
18 years. I'm out of that door, and still its gonna be where I'd fall,where I'd shout,where I WOULD not get up to go to class.
i miss you.
I'm coming back. But I miss you. Now.
Last time I sat on a swing and stared into it,it freaked me out that i could remember so much.
I sit in the common room today,infested with colourful insects,and I remember every vivid detail of home. Every single one. Where I left the clip,where the filthy handkerchief I was asked to wash still lay on the sink..
It's just ironic how much you remember when you're out of it than in.
18 years. I'm out of that door, and still its gonna be where I'd fall,where I'd shout,where I WOULD not get up to go to class.
i miss you.
I'm coming back. But I miss you. Now.
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