Lazy long summer weekend. Cold towels. Ice cubes. Exhaustive giggles. Glazed eyes. Sleepy mood. Uncomfortable stickyness. Late nights staring at the clock. Cold showers.

Monday was great. It's been a long time. Too long. Everything can settle now. Everything will be fine. Because it has to. Time will cure everything. It always does.

Hell. Déja vu.

Time for the rest of sorting out. Clearing cupboards. Clearing bookshelfs. Uncovering lost items. For sitting there feeling nostalgic. Finding baby clothes, smiling, and placing them back where you found it. You'll see it again in a year or two. You saw it a year or two ago. It doesn't change anything. You can't let go of past, whether it be little past or big past. Takes effort. It's normally abscence of something that lets you forget. But then something will always bring it back in the future. It just depends on how soon which will change how much it will effect you.

I'm away on holiday Thursday. For a week. Will miss you guys. Well most of you at least. Obviously I have haters. Two that I know of. But really I don't care much. I did care, of course I did. But in the end you don't really matter. Hope your lives suck.

...I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black and he wore white
He would always win the fight...