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.
