so much change with time. all that used to surround, surround no more. some sculptured into odd designs. some, surprisingly remained the same throughout all the years, but not many. it was dark, and that helped reduce the obvious change of my reality. i could still savour in what was left plus a little bit more due to the night vision. it felt, like finding an old toy i had thought i lost.
it made me want to close my eyes and for just a moment, remember the laughter. maybe get lost in it. relive the stories again.
but, that wouldn't be me. i need my tomorrow :)
" back in the day,
flying was dangerous and the girls were nice,
flying is nice and the girls are dangerous. "