My cousin and his family came over to visit today. My brother made some really good fudge brownies. I love brownies! It was really nice though, they’ve been here three months but I didn’t get a chance to talk to them as much as I would’ve liked. I felt extra guilty not going over to hang out. They have the two most adorablest little kids!

“.. travelling somewhere, could be anywhere”

We got into talking about childhood and life back then. I terribly miss that. It was just sooo good. Now everything seems so messed up. It’s not even funny. Things could’ve been so different. Back then, life was great. Even when I went to visit last time, it was awesome. I’d do anything to go back there, to live that life.. if only I could.

“.. there’s a coldness in the air, but I don’t care..”

And I don’t know, why does it seem like everything’s harder now? Why does it take more effort? Why the insignificance? Why can’t it all just go away? More simpler, less complex. A clean slate?

“.. we drift deeper into the sound”

It’s funny. Because just going back is reason enough to smile. It lightens the mood, quickens the heart. A warm bubble bursting inside and spilling effortlessly. But it’s transient. In the end the glass is still half empty. And no matter how thirsty you are, you find yourself left with nothing inside. A transparent feeling of thought that no action nor words can fix.

“.. and life goes on”