APPLETASTIC

At this point of time while I was just listening to Leslie’s ?Final Encounter?album, with songs like ?Forever??? ???????and??????, it still feels like the year 2004, or maybe 2005. Once again the windows are open, and the fan switched on, blue curtains flying. Once in a while, I let a bit of the outdoor wind into my room. The past still lingers on like a bitter sweet scent, contained year after year in this stifling air within the walls of my room. As though 2006 is a long way from where I am now, as though April never existed for the future; only the past. Very distant though, and had never been very real at all. I feel the breezy afternoon wind; I feel memories of the past, all entwining Leslie, flooding in. The yesterdays were 2003, 2004; and today 2005. 2006 doesn’t feel anywhere in sight. As I listen to??????, it is indeed a song that doesn’t belong to my time. Or perhaps you could count it in; 1989, coincidentally the year I was born in. My eyes are teary with all the memories of you. Today is a day of reminiscence; in fact every day is.

But especially for today, I feel more than nostalgic. I wish you were back. I really wish you were.

I’m all alone, I’m all alone.
Close the window, calm the light
and it will be alright

Learn how to pretend.