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ahh.. my little time capsule. :)
Walking around, looking around, drifting here and there...
Amazing how lives cross.
An outgoing hermit you might call him. Ever hungry for excitement and new realisations. To others, he's just a shadow that never really is around... He moves fast, adapting to every social circle, learning quick.
'Look around baby boy, boy, boy ...'
For once, the self-percieved maestro stops and looks back. His past is a paved road, one social circle leading to another. He remembers the blurred out faces... funny how they look distant, but clear.
Suddenly the solemn sense of loneliness hit him like a slap on the face.
Wheres home?
Who can he run to, crying himself into a fragile adolescence? Who will shelter him, with unconditional love?
-jaesen, Saturday June 04 2005, 11.19pm.
Walking around, looking around, drifting here and there...
Amazing how lives cross.
An outgoing hermit you might call him. Ever hungry for excitement and new realisations. To others, he's just a shadow that never really is around... He moves fast, adapting to every social circle, learning quick.
'Look around baby boy, boy, boy ...'
For once, the self-percieved maestro stops and looks back. His past is a paved road, one social circle leading to another. He remembers the blurred out faces... funny how they look distant, but clear.
Suddenly the solemn sense of loneliness hit him like a slap on the face.
Wheres home?
Who can he run to, crying himself into a fragile adolescence? Who will shelter him, with unconditional love?
-jaesen, Saturday June 04 2005, 11.19pm.