Utopia

Yesterday, my blockmate talked to me about her love problems. She told me well... the typical. How it isn't working out. How she's confused. How she wants something. How she wants to let go of the thing that might end up too early.

She then talked to me about how she was aware of how things always were. How at the start, it's beautiful and perfect. It was like living in a dream. UTOPIA.

After the Midterms, I came back home. And I remembered her words. Home felt like such a utopia that it didn't seem real. I was so used to the air. I felt like I never left. I felt so used to Baguio that it didn't seem like I even left. but I also felt like... it was different. People and Places were different. It felt a bit awkward. Seems like I'm not in the loop and it sort of hurt to see some people drift away.

But I knew it was just how time changed people. I noticed how much I hung out with my guys more than my girl friends. I noticed how time just flew by so fast. I noticed how I was more... OPEN. but also locked.

Inexplainable feeling. But I do know that I am nostalgic