I looked back at high-school and there were those memories playing silently again into my head. The roll of film scatters along the floor, where I could see clearly the exact happenings of my unforsaken high school expriences. It was the journey that I had missed so much. It was the journey that made me dream to turn back time. I still could not forget those zany faces of my brothers and sisters in class while doing their very best to flow with the impulsive waves of life and to catch as much fish as they can while riding in the waves. It was hard but I bet it would be harder when no fun was included. Well, there was fun in all angles of it and that's why we have survived...
I got our yearbook today and I felt Nostalgia crawl beneath my spine, that sought my nasolacrimals to void unseen but felt tears. As much as I wanted to cry but, I realized I could anymore do nothing but reminisce. I mean my effort for tears would bring me to nowhere, so I have to save some for the future learnings and memories that I will be having. I mean, I have cried enough for high-school memories. Sighing would be enough as of now.
I've also been reading the letters that some of my classmates and teachers gave during that year, and I've captured some captions that would help me enlighten my mind a bit and turn to the different side of the road and pursue what I want to do. Reading those letters would really bring something out of me, which I feel would make me want to stop, hold my horses, signal me on being way ahead of the line, and bring me back to a good point where I could start to run again in the right direction. I mean, Transcending isn't bad, in fact it's always recommendable, but somehow, at one point, it could cause too much pain that you can't get back with the right flow of the waves, so you would need a very good tool for diversion, and letters are effective, I tell you.
Pictures are really my downfall... When I scan any of the pictures relating to those days of wackiness, I can't help but be part of the discriminated society of "emo" with an S. Yes, i admit.=p I can't help but, think, laugh, cry,pull my hair down into a sideway bangs, pull up a black skinny pants, wear black, paint my nails black, pierce my eyebrow, write "i'm bleeding" statements, self mutilate, and...and... hahaha. just kidding! NO erase it all..I was joking. Anyway, I can't help but be in some kind of emo mode, but not THAT kind of being emo, but just the kind wherein its only temporary, like you could just do it for one night and tomorrow, you're still you, but you have that lessons in you which you got from your reminscing. It's weird, but I understand emos, yet I don't want to be a part of them. I mean, all people are emos, in fact, thinking about life is healthy, they're just too scared for thorough readressing of being a discriminated emo, that's why they refuse to stare at the nothingness and think for just a while. Anyway, pictures are really best in bringing out the EMO in people, including me.
But, as they say, and as they would most redundantly say... Life goes on.
This statement is a
very placid riverbank, but I still could not catch tons of fishes from it as
of
now
But then at least, I'm having fun. =)
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