It was silently pleasing, the warmth of the afternoon breeze, like a trench coat was, in olden times. And there I sat, oblivious to the hustle, almost slipping off the cold steel, pondering about what time would bring: this facade, would I still need it? And in time to come, would I still face the dilemmas I do today? My needs, would they be fulfilled? But it would certainly be unfair, if time was said to heal, but all that comes to past is nothing close to bliss. It won't wait and I pray my sanity be kept, that life would have me govern, that time comes nothing close to disrupt my sound mind. That the faces that I hold dear walk side by side, with each stride a reminder of what the past was like.

I'm disgusted. Disgusted by how shallow the human mind can get. Disgusted by the immaturity. Disgusted by the people who have proved me right. Its ironic, how I thought I should think highly of them, and give the benefit of the doubt. But nothing changed, I was the victor of my perceptions. It truly is sad, how people only depend on each other for materialistic satisfaction, to make a statement, to give in to influence. Its strange how people don't see a point in having a partner who's of their maturity level, or perhaps a level in relationship above mere looks and shared interests. Oh but wait, maybe they are of the same level of maturity. I guess it is too much to ask from a youth society here. People give in to influence a little too much. But there are exceptions I must say, a minority who can stand their ground and challenge the norms. But again its sad how few people like us, are around.

Nothing surprises me anymore.

Night slinks in and another new day awaits, and I can't help but ponder about when we were kids. We were oblivious to the world around, secluded in the ignorance of immaturity.

A scene of nostalgia of two carefree boys, sitting by the playground, to cool for a swing. We never bothered much about the questions we asked, our curiosity about life, and what is had to give. We shared a passion, to one day indulge in eternal bliss, but come to think of it, perhaps it was only wishful thinking. Now strained by time, this friendship that years helped built, and all I can do is contemplate. Time it seems, has rubbed in awkwardness. My only prayer is for all to be healed, and ignite again the once-was.