The Swing

Standing on the rooftops
Everybody scream your heart out

It's odd how loyalties can switch without our knowing. A close friend you've had may become someone else's. Maybe I'm jealous. Sometimes I think of old friend and wonder what has become of them and where they are in life. I think of memories I've had with them and why things aren't the same anymore, how one year I could go from hanging out with them everyday to just casually waving or giving a head nod the next.

It's odd how things can fall apart at the seams and you don't notice it until it all goes crashing down. So many things unnoticed and neglected. That favorite childhood toy that's collecting dust in the corner or the ex-best friend in another state, the relationship. . . gone. I remember moving when I was 5 and I had said that I would email or write my friend Emily. I never did. I don't really know why either. But I haven't forgotten her at all; she was probably the first friend I had ever made. (Actually, now that I think of it, I had this friend named Matthew that I would swing with; we'd compete to see who could go the highest. Maybe he was my first friend. Hm. . . Cute days (: )

Hanyways, this was supposed to be a short post. Das vedanya(:

Sincerely,
Michelle