I hate the sounds of the crickets, especially at night. Oh wait, they only make noise at night. Today is one of those days that many plans are made, and in the midst of all that, I realized some things are unchanged, not since the longest I remember.

I'm often asked what had happened to that picture. The picture reminds me of someone who was very present in my life. It was an afternoon, under the old fashioned fan at the old fashioned table. It was one of those awkward conversations like 'how have you been?', 'you've gotten so much prettier' and 'your top looks nice'. I really couldn't remember the exact details of how it went, but it clearly didn't contain any elements of bidding farewells. What exactly did we talk about that close the curtain of that show? I was pacing the right things to say, and on the margin of it all,were the excuses I tried to contain the in between my words. I nearly drove into the guard house before it all ended. It was a sunny day and it was one of the last few times I drove.

Among the many distrusts, there's him who listens. I sometimes get frustrated over my minute presence, but I'm glad I have someone whom I can count on nowadays. J