Benath our shady trees or somewhere on the school grounds, they were and we were, they girl and the boys, stuck inbetween what we knew not.
Sometimes i think back and wonder how we’ve changed…
Not worried about the wonders of the world, invloved in the miscrocosm that binded us all to one another like easter eggs in a single basket.We’ve been back, see some and talked to others, though somehow that which was so beutifull in its unaware is now so, aware. Girls have learned from the world and they’ve masked the profile imposed apon them , and taken it as there own, while we have followed in much the same way – though soemtimes i wonder about them, my life these things that constitute the very grounding of my life,emotions and feelings….
I miss the girls then, the battle to ‘love’ was ever raging, yet the more we tried to understand that which we hadn’t and could not, the more we lost.
But somehow we are now more aware – aware of that which we weren’t before.
Sometimes, i think it is a duty of all to muture, yet sometimes i wonder why we tend to loose grip of the things that were important to us then.
What are they doing now, how will they react – where are they?
Sometimes I miss them, those that i knew and i’ve lost though selfish transisions through life…
I feel such a strong tie to them, stronger than my family sometimes – they were their for me , when i as there,they were there. I wonder where they are, and do they need that wich i need – recallection of past and the intruige of the present.
I wonder – what they are like now, hows that girl i liked , and they one i went out with and the other and how has he done in life , is he married what did he do when his mom dies? I wish i could see them again and just ‘be’ in the same space for a moment or two, just to recall my feelin of safty and comfort – for it was these people that gave it to me.
Do they feel the same, i wish i knew them again, where are they?
I miss you guys, my brother and sisters in arms sometimes – somewhere in my mind, in my hart, in my soul – somewhere i find myself escaping the now and i find myself there with them, beneath the shady trees, on the lawn , talking about stuff, so free – sometimes.
My eternal return to freedom, my breakaway … my past.
I miss you guys so much – my little part of me.