Homecoming

I don't know if this note is really going to clarify what I have in my head. And I don't even know why I'm publishing this in the first place. Maybe it's part of the watch-like-share epidemic. Maybe I'm part of this kind of epidemic.

Truth is, I've been gone for, let's say, relatively long. Actually, judging from my very own getaways within my past 17 summers on earth, that means approx two-hundred-something full moons, to make this more romantic.. it's been of the longest ones.

I can say I've missed some faces.. Specific ones, not excessive in numbers. In fact, they can hardly be counted on one hand's fingers..

But I admire those few persons. So much I could actually die just to live a little more with them, independently from parents, siblings, families, other friends.. It's just that admiration makes us feel that sometimes the time we usually spend on the person we admire is NEVER enough. Funny thing to think of, isn't it?

I've never been a cheerful, happy person that's a fact. At least it's not part of my daily schedule.. Sometimes it happens, but let's say.. it just doesn't feel right.

Those people though, can sometimes make my days feel less cloudy, not completely sunny, but that's better - it makes life interesting.

And as they say, 'little death makes life more meaningful'.

But still, it depends on a person's views and beliefs on what "little death" means.

Thanks for reading.

And also, thanks for teeming with my cyclothymic teen-angsty notions.

Take care of yourself.