Monday, May 03, 2004
re-surface
at the Club Manila lounge of NAIA. Van and me chowing down on mini sandwiches and nescafe coffee. a week back "home", in a city that never seems to stay the same but ultimately, never changes either.
(you can show me your home. not the place where you live, but the place where you belong...)
a week of forgetting, of pretending that London is just another city on the map instead of my final destination. Of forgetting the months, weeks, days away from people I love, places I remembered. Of picking up conversations three years interrupted, as though time and distance didn't exist. A week of being another person entirely, one who only exists through the best parts of me.
a week of remembering, of pushing aside the present and taking time out in the past. Last night I rummaged through ten year old letters and postcards, fragments of paper so yellowed and worn they almost crumbled in my hands. trying to remember the feelings of a college freshman desperate to escape himself, a high school loner, a new graduate working his first job in a sleepless city.
I'm glad I'm coming back though, I'm happy to be returning to the present, the life I created through my own choosing. I'm happy spending time in the distances, in the background. I'm looking forward to coming back home.
(you can show me your home. not the place where you live, but the place where you belong...)
a week of forgetting, of pretending that London is just another city on the map instead of my final destination. Of forgetting the months, weeks, days away from people I love, places I remembered. Of picking up conversations three years interrupted, as though time and distance didn't exist. A week of being another person entirely, one who only exists through the best parts of me.
a week of remembering, of pushing aside the present and taking time out in the past. Last night I rummaged through ten year old letters and postcards, fragments of paper so yellowed and worn they almost crumbled in my hands. trying to remember the feelings of a college freshman desperate to escape himself, a high school loner, a new graduate working his first job in a sleepless city.
I'm glad I'm coming back though, I'm happy to be returning to the present, the life I created through my own choosing. I'm happy spending time in the distances, in the background. I'm looking forward to coming back home.
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