The Departed

Its the change, the convoluted and tortuous change that happens out of our control.
It is not against us, nor is it with us. It is neutral and continues on in its infinite neutrality. And thats the worst about it...because how can you in your right mind curse and blame at something neutral? Something that can have no fault, that cannot err and that cannot choose otherwise. That which dictates the parting of ways...

They all seem to let those words part from their mouths so freely, and when I hear those words I realize how I am in restraint from utterring the same words. How I refuse to say the same words, how I hesitate, how I know that they will not hold...like making a promise you know you won't keep. But those words come from our hearts, our hopes. Because whats better than the known? the comfortable? the easy? the pleasure you have come to continually experience with the familiarity you gained over the years? But no, its about to change, the familiar will be left behind to be replaced by the unfamiliar and we will have to wade through the unclear waters we fear. For we cannot see the bottom of it, what lies beneath and what the current will make drift our way...

Do you remember? That familiar feeling on your skin, the familiar sense of being when wearing that white shirt with the school badge...the uniform that made us feel one and forced us to look deeper to find similarities and differences, interminably forcing us to know each other better and letting us grow closer. Creating those bonds you don't want to let go, those bonds that you fear you may never ever create again with other people...afterall, they wouldn't understand, they don't know what you were and what you have become...not like those of us who wore those white shirts, waking up everyday to meet up and laugh in the early morning, while the grass was still dewy and the sun shining lightly on our faces. Anxious for your friends to show up in those registration classes so you can get joking and laughing already, ready to face a whole day of lessons alongside them, moving with each bell that rung the start and end of a little adventure.

Here we are. Past it all, new routines and all, ready-ing ourselves for a new start - if not already in the fray, apart from each other, we will be far from the familiar, close to the unkown and we will have to start again.
I just hope its gonna be as awesome as it was last time...'cuz I gotta say;
It was one helluva good time!! :]