last year of highschool. it's so hot outside and me and my bestfriend have so much to do. instead, we go cycling sometimes. we change the route every time. but it always has to be the roads that we don't know. i'm not bored at all. so one day i turn the wheels to a familiar road. and she comes with me. she follows me wherever i ride the bike, especially; because i have somewhere in mind. we ride, ride. it's so hot outside and we ride at 7 in the evening. we try not to be killed by cars. we talk, we laugh, there's pleasurable music in the background, we ride while we listen to the melodies of david gilmour. and, here we are. at the right of the road. it's the asphalt road with the trees of its two sides. it still looks pleasing! and the down side about it still remains. but i still wanna go there. i'm still curious about it. and she says, "let's go!" she wants to go there, too. so we do. we are afraid that someone may come and rob us or abuse us but we just don't care. we ride with doubts on our minds but we keep on riding. we ride, ride and see a puddle on the right. there's no road to it, there's dirty soils and a puddle behind it. so we turn the direction to there. it looks like a river, but it's more beautiful than this. it looks brilliant with the sunset, reflecting on it. we are charmed and we light a cigarette. smoke it together as we watch the sunset. then a car comes and we know that it's time to go for us. so we turn back, to our safe 'home' with a different road we come. we keep on listening to music as we ride. we kiss ourselves goodbye and split.
i went to see a theater today and walked back home. i walked for an hour or more. as i walked, i was afraid if someone comes and bothers me but i didn't care. i walked alone and listened to the melodies of david gilmour. that reminded me this memory of me. i sang out loud as i walked and thought about it.
that's how life goes, i think. we find someone and we really love them, but we have different perspectives about the things we deal with. then we meet someone else who would think like us, who would go there with us, who would take us there; and that means much more. that's why we leave those people behind and begin to walk with someone else. because they would lead us where we'd like to go. they would come with us where we would want to go most. i don't know if it's about age or personality. it may be both but either way, we always change our way to reach the dreams we have.
maybe i'm overthinking again. maybe this memory doesn't mean shit but it means something to me tonight.
