In my room, there are many things that have been collecting dust. Books, papers, trophies, medals, toys and trinkets, you name it. It’s like it’s been frozen in time. Yet, I’ve been gone for so long. I’m changed now… somehow.
However, being back causes me to take the shell of my former self. I’ve put on the old me again, though that’s not who I am anymore. Reading old notes, I sit back and wonder who this guy really was back in the day. While I wander around, I see glimpses of him, his ghost, his shadow. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could just sit down with him one day, and just talk?
My memories are already fading fast… I can feel them in the air around me, but the moment I try to catch one, it just slips through my fingers. Soon, they will become no more than a passing breeze.