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One down,five to go :))

marți, 23 iunie 2009

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Mirabela Dauer,Vasile Seicaru-Dimineti cu ferestre deschise


Yeah. One down,five to go. And the first one taken down with a 10. And taken down classy. Speech,poem,mathematics. Classy.
Regardless of the period we're passing through,I think today I finally felt that it actually did came to an end.Reading all those pages and listening to all that songs really gave me that "all things come to an end" feeling eventually.

Yea,I really took a walk down memory lane today,and,for the first time in the last few months it felt somewhat good. It felt good remembering all those warm nights in ninth grade,where it was only me and my black keyboard.And all those cold outside but warm inside nights where the equation included someone else besides me and the old computer.
Nah,there's no way I could ever forget. All those nights where I was dreaming to...uhm,nevermind.
I know it feels a bit awkward,but watching those windows today I really felt it was the time for me to move on. They've been home to me for four years,and,while staring almost in awe,they seemed to be telling me that,no matter how much I love them,there's no way I could ever come back to them. Not as they used to know me.And no matter how strange it may seem,that home feeling did not leave me until now. Aww damn.
But you see...everything I've lived and felt all this time is not coming back. Not even the chilly afternoons spent on that bench,in front of a 10 floor building. Either of the buildings. lol,wtf? two almost identical buildings,with almost the same meaning,in two places at least far from each other.
Not even the moments dreaming and planning the best trip of my life so far. Not even the moments painting the cutest green flower I could ever paint on that white wall on that hot summer afternoon.
Not even that night where I was listening that song,surrounded by mint flavoured smoke.
None of them.

It hurts,but perhaps there will be chances for me to build memories at least as beautiful as those I have by now.
But still,I think I shall never forget there are memories that simply won't go away to make room for others.

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