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jo chang

you just don't get it.
and you never will.

break the silence


melodies



darlinks

lin
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zhou
jiang
chen

long gone



Tuesday, April 21, 2009

i looked back today.
back to when i just moved here.
back to just getting to know my neighbors.
back to when i came home and ate chicken noodle soup.

back to when it was my first day of first grade.

back to when i made my first real friend.
back to when i was awarded being the math wiz.
back to when i knew my way around the neighborhood.

back to when we first became immature.

back to when i let my mom do my hair everyday.

back to we learned about the stock market.

back when i cried about leaving elementary school.
back to when i made new friends.
back to everything was simple and easy.
back when we ate candy all day.

back when we slept at nine.
and back to when life was easy.

you look back and it seems like yesterday

you look forward and it seems like eternity
time just goes over your head.
like a cow over a moon.

and then you wonder how far you've come.
all you can do is watch the clock.



rained @ 3:36 PM