as she had used the word to describe to me, in all her lovely happy self. such a really kind hearted girl, and she really offered the most appropriate choice of word for the evening.
in fact it really was; too fast, too soon, too brisk, too odd, too unusual, too unfamiliar, too strange and definitely too
distant.
did i laugh a little too long with the rest? maybe i should've stood a little nearer to the glass panels. did i lose a little of my consciousness while trying not to ponder too much about the situation? was i spending too much time trying to conceal?
there was consciousness, there was awareness, yet there was longing and possibly a little mix of pain, dread and maybe even slight regret.
it was an unfamiliar feeling in a very ominous place to be.
and strangely, and very aptly, the playing of "
Someone Like You" in the background while waiting for our dinner orders to be taken. if I am not wrong, this was the first song sent over even before the whole media schemda caught hold of it. in acoustic too.
"Old friend, why are you so shy? Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light."
I can say that feeling doesn't come by daily, it doesn't come by too often, and also it doesn't come by to every one.
it only swings by when deems fit; unconsciously.
"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead,"
while I already knew that it had its tendencies to involuntarily surface (in)appropriately when (un)necessary, today just prodded me a little more.
when the abstract of theory, become the tangibility of practicum.
and frankly, despite all that is said and done, it still caught me rather unaware.
be safe.
