We.

I am you. You are me.

I watch you on the screen.

Half my age and half again

I see myself, I see you.

Running and falling

And crying and singing.

I see proof of the days when living was easy.

Bunched up curls and bring blue eyes.

You stare at the camera,

But you're really staring at me.

I laugh, I cry,

You laugh, You cry.

At least a decade separates us

But we are the same thing,

Being,

Person.

I can see you but you can't see me.

Now I can only look back and try to remember.

As you look forward, and don't mean to, but forget.

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Watched some baby videos last night. It made me nostalgic.

Drifting.

I am changing, re orientating myself around them and refocusing the lenses of my eyes to how I see other people, and I’m becoming a drifter, floating from place to place trying to figure out where I can put down my anchors so that I don't continue to drift away until I am nothing but a spot in the sky.

Picture here.

Mean old Clock.

I've been charting time

On its crooked line

And on my crooked line

The mean old clock bears the weight of the world.

The mean old clock bears the weight of the world.

Bears the weight of the world

When we were young

Singing grown up songs

Now I have grown up dreams

Of when the summers were young

Oh the mean old clock bears the weight of the world.

The mean old clock bears the weight of the world.

Bears the weight of the world.

The mean old clock bears the weight of the world

The mean old clock bears the weight of the world

The mean old clock bears the weight of the world.

Bears the weight, it bears the weight of the world.

Mean Old Clock - Leena

(A really lovely song, have a listen if you get the chance.)

Yep, I'm back - couldn't stay away :)

Exams are slowly dwindling off, (only two left to go now) and I've been craving to write on here.
I have a few days break between exams, so that means that I have a tiny bit of freedom to do some of the things I want -  like post some things I've written over the past few weeks.

It was easy.

And it was easy for us

We could be ourselves,

However we wanted

And we wrote on our bones

Scratched ink into skin,

To remind us

Of things we wanted to forget.

But then it wasn't easy anymore

When we realised

That everything wasn't

As beautiful

As we first thought is was.

Things could hurt us,

More than a small fight

With a friend could

Or losing something important.

And that hurt in itself,

That we had no control

Over the things that hurt us

That other people could hurt us,

But sometimes not as much

As we could hurt ourselves.

A break.

This will be my last post for a while.
I've decided to have a break from blogging for a while, maybe a few weeks, maybe less.
I'm not quite sure.
I have exams coming up in a week, and this seems like the right thing to do.

But I will catch up on all your blogs when I decide to come back.
And I won't stop writing - nothing can stop me from writing :)

It's kind of sad, it's become almost a habit to go on here, reading your words.
It will be sad to see them go.

But I will be back, no doubt about that :)
So I hope you guys are well, and I'll see you in a few weeks!

P.s. Melee - Sorry that I haven't done it yet, but I will do your tag when I come back, it's something for me to look forward to :)

My heart seems to be feeling crushed a lot lately.
But still I keep going back to him.
Again and again.
People keep telling me I should give up.
But what if I like being reckless with this decision?
Maybe this time it will be different.
Maybe at the moment I don't care.
Maybe it will actually work out.
Third time lucky?

I hope so.