Today I broke a tradition with two days. You could say it wasn't broken just escalated. Nonetheless for me it was the final straw, gone be the last linkage to a period I will always remember with joy, love and remorse. Three years ago, the thirteenth, I was a first grader and some of my fellow class mates and I went to see the school revue. However that is what has been reoccurring every year since on that exact day and time, not this year though but the time is right.
Three years ago before the revue an other group of friends and I had been out in the forest and I. In the forest emotions stirred as they often do at the age of fifteen- sixteen, it were to become the start of an era in my life. One I'll always remember and is eternally grateful to have experienced, but one I am happy to say is over. For as good as it was, it also had an end where emotions stirred that I may not be proud to say over through me now and again, but they stirred. I use a long time to get past such but I have and now there resides only good memories in my mind; the pain has flown and I see the knowledge to draw from experience.
The "revue" always reminded me not to give up due to remorse. It will continue to do so but won't be the same as it won't happen to rewind time to that dormant memories of youth; the first look followed with the first rush that leads to strong devotion; hence to the first kiss...
The first kiss of significance.
2009-01-07
What to do...
Thu shall not believe what ye hope to find. Thee fates has not given ye ransom to act more valued then truth be told. Find yer friends and stay there, befriend more and help the most.