notes to good old times : about the last days and words never said..

Did you remember my friend, how we used to know each other?
we were young that day, reckless,
know nothing,
but we were proud,
and only God knows why we can survive.

you and me, my friend,
we were two, very different people,
with our ego we wanted to prove ourself to the world.
what's the same,
the blood's rushing in our veins,
boiling and screaming out,

that day,
we weren't sure what we're,
we didn't want anything else,
we just wanna be that someone on tv,

We're sure,
that day,
someday,
we'll have everything,
and life'll get boring,
we didn't want to grow up.

what we wanna do,
run and run as far as we can,
through the wind blows, 
til the sun goes down.

we cared too much of what people think we were,
how we want to be different,
how they defined "cool", and how we're not.

and now my dear friend,
on the last days of mine,

when i don't care anymore about blue and grey,
life to me is just black and white,
blurry, shading,
inside i still remember how i missed that time,
how i missed you,

the one i had to share my ice cream with,
the one who cooked her pasta meatless, just because im a vegetarian,
who called up in the middle of the night, 
or early in the morning,
nobody did that to me before,
and you just did.

do you remember that day we used to walk along the road,
and dance under the foggy night, when there weren't stars and we could barely see the sky?

I do.

do you remember the taste of the kiss when we were young and drunk?

we were happy that time.

at least we thought we do.

and now again my friend,
on my last days,

I know I'm gonna miss you so much the day i won't wake up tomorrow,
and If only i could went back through time,

I would just dye my hair purple,
I would have my nose pierced,
or get a tattoo,
I wouldn't be scared to face the world alone,
cause i know even that day,
I'm sure,
you wouldn't stand behind me, 
you wouldn't give me supports and strength to do those things,
you would do those things together with me.
you'd hold my hand, and laugh with me together when we look at the mirror,
and seeing ourself as a purple head piercing tattoo monster,
we would just grab a drink, and get high, get over today, and tomorrow gets its own worries.

for whatever it is,
just I know I'm not alone.
It's what matters.

and now my friend,
for my time almost come,
I'll tell you something,

I couldn't go back through time,
and whatever happens in our old days,
I couldn't rewind,

and even if i could,
i wouldn't,
for i'm grateful i knew someone like you,
and for everything we've been through,
i'm happy we went through them together,

and now my time has come, my friend,
i'll say so long,

and...

*I woke up*


Wednesday, June 24th 2009,
beyond my contemplation and a cup of tea,
to my dearest friends and our good ol days,

love,
Shasta Klara Kristi :)