friday night's lights

Sometimes, life teaches you how to take in more than you think you can. The past month has been long, tiring, testing and in many ways, unfamiliar. And you start to realise that your body can get used to anything.

As much as I'd like to believe that an improved behaviour has made things better for my own good, some things will probably always remain. As I wandered with the familiar tunes in my ear, a familiar friend came back to say hi. And as I stopped to stare at the rain, everything threatened to completely and utterly fall apart.

You figure that it's ok. Some things will always remain only in our hearts and minds. The world never needs to know. You learn to live with them — give them their own space and time; do the right things so that they'll stay out of the way of your everyday life as much as possible; press skip when the wrong tunes play.

But in spite of the hopeful resolutions, when it comes back, you're rudely awakened to the fact that you've just been living in an extreme state of denial.