we all wish our lives were intertwined chaotically like an unused yarn ball. we all turn our backs and thoughts on parting ways, or refuse to face it head-on. but it happens all around us like time takes an unprecedented toll on people's hearts and dreams. sometimes it's as slow as a single yarn being unfurled carefully out of the mess and maze of the ball. and then there are unexpected times that it's as fast and harsh as being snipped off the whole thing.

"I forgot to remember to forget"

wrote this a few days back on a scrap of paper and found it squished with my review (ugh) papers. the months-long (or was it year-long?) hiatus on writingslashblogging has taken a massive toll on my grammar and vocabulary. it's gonna take a lot to bring the old habit back but i'll try my hardest. even if no one visits this site anymore. *3*

the reflection is barely visible in the rain drenched concrete road yet i recognize it like a dear old friend from a yearbook of several summers past. i wonder if people ever notice it--notice themselves staring back, illuminated faintly by the streetlights and shops that are never open to anyone's heart. wonder if they wish silently to themselves to be on the other side of things where regret was just another unfamiliar word found in tattered books and songs. but time isn't made for wondering aimlessly into forever or the end, eyes weren't meant to look down or back for long, and like the rain that dries up into nothingness, so do the musings.

We are but different pieces of shattered glass that never reflect the same thing.

Digging up a long forgotten song, and hearing it after so many years feels just like finding a part of yourself stuck somewhere in between the nostalgic old melody and phrases--something I never thought I'd be able to relive again.

Cheers to you, Travis.