Swings Don't Swing, The Parks Been Dead For Years

Adding numbers on board have a way of interposing into things and the way we live. It's a sneaky little business but successful nonetheless. How it patiently manipulates change into our trusted old systems, making us obliged willingly to allow this to happen. We get on as if things have always been the same since day 1, the 'survivors' we are. The evolution of human society. Perhaps we're just moving too fast. But who and why are we moving quickly for?? If we just took a minute longer and thought harder, we'll remember how we were.

I yearn for past years. Old to the recent ones. I wish they never had to go. I wish friends never have to drift apart. But it just happens doesn't it? And love drains and gains. It's cruel and merciless and yet the most beautiful at it's positive best. God should have made first dates replay-able. Full of magic. And no matter how many later dates you go on together, you find it's hard matching up to the first in terms of sweet innocence...haha. Nothing beats that for me.

And so it is, here we are living (and working and slaving). As much as we like to disagree, perhaps modern life is rubbish. Wheels of time seem to spin much faster. So much that we have to constantly move to adapt. And inevitably we forget the way we lived.

Opinions may differ but then again I'm only being a sentimentalist.


P/S: April 28th: Stereophonics are coming!!!



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