Q104

After a while, all it takes is a single song to go back to certain place and certain people. I keep on bumping into stuff you used to like. Metallica always makes me feel like writing things in English.

Na na ná, na na ná.... The unforgiven.... I don't think we ever knew what we were doing. There is always this feeling of having made wrong choices; this doing the right thing that makes us  feel so bad. I am a little different back here. I hear myself speak and am aware of every word. I see these colors, these tons of people moving around. I still need to find an appropriate tall building to climb in case of claustrophobia.

My eyes start to close. I tend to fall asleep before saying anything remotely good. It must be that silence next to you is better than talking to myself. Silence. I romanticize it now but, pff, people not even trying to say the stuff you need to hear sucks.

The music changes. Nope, I don't know this one. I remember our simple jokes and laugh a little. Ha, I am this girl who's always longing for someone. Damn it. I need to find some new material. It can't be that everything I type is yet another letter in a bottle.

Publish. Plash. Bottle in the water.