don't you think?
I looked through pictures today.
On facebook of course.
Because who actually owns pictures you can hold?
Snapshots of a moment in time.
And...
I realized that while I've been gone,
people have changed. Over time.
I realize I'm stating an obvious fact
that escaped me.
But honestly,
when did we grow up(art)?
when did we stop talking?
you see those pictures?
those were the times
irrelevant.
iridescent.
Some would consider me a bad friend...
God knows, I'm terrible at keeping in touch.
But you have to realize... time stood still when I left.
At least, it was supposed to.
I've always thought - the best types of friendship,
are the ones you can pick up again.
as if nothing has happened.
But, I forget people
don't agree.
My close friends, I still consider close friends.
But could they say the same of me?
I never forgot them.
but in a sense I did.
Because I wanted to forget
me, then. back when.
I guess what I'm trying to say, is that it's not you it's me.
I didn't outgrow you, I outgrew me.
I wanted to leave.
I needed to leave.
It was time.
And I grew up,
not by choice.
Not really.
Timing.
Forgive me?
I just wanted to go to somewhere,
where no one knew me.
And I know I wasn't
there. Perhaps.
At the time.
But can you?
- please -
I'll be home in exactly a month.
Let me come home, finally.
After two years,
of wandering.
It's time.
Atonement.
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