It's again that time of the year....but why is it so different this time round. Time seems to be frozen at one moment and at another passing before my eyes like slides outside a time machine. It seems like just yesterday, when we stood outside the church holding hands and when I try to look deeper it seems like a dream set on a distant island ages ago.
So much has slipped through the hour glass ever since. Not just the tiny beads of timeless sand but fragments of me. I look at myself in the mirror and almost always expect an introduction from the other side. Feel high, but its not the high that the rains bring along or good times with great friends sadly not even something like what grass does.....its a numb high...with a piercing pain somewhere, not sure where exactly.
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