i've got another camp to attend in less than six hour's time and i'm suppose to be up in less than four hour's time. my hair's still a little damp and my camp things are all on my bed cos my bag is somewhere else. i'm not sleepy and neither am i feeling all that great for some odd reason.
i had great fun today of course, as always. but as i have that (some may say, bad) habit of keeping emotions in little ziplock bags, i think it could just be failed memory. and on some occasion, be it a trigger or a reminder, just on cue, a tiny weave of that seeps out.
the year's really really coming to a close and there's a flood of too many past images all coming back. and mind you, those images don't just come as images, they bring friends: details that come with it.
some are great, some are awesome, some just make me laugh, many make me grateful, and thankful too, some make me sigh, others keep me wondering, or guilty, or worried, or a little empty, or maybe regretful, or anything else. you can probably pick out a word in the dictionary and i'd be able to relate to that somehow or another.
maybe three things i should really do before the year takes a bow: put up those pictures, organise those past moments into boxes like i always do and go for that long-due confession.
i pray penance won't be too severe.
p.s. oh and yah i do tend to like talking to the aunties/nurses at the blood bank. they make me feel calmer.
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