it was along that narrow walkway on a day after prelims, after the bus ride back from the park. it was sunny, like i imagined it would be, and it was also the first time i lost myself in public. it was an exact replica of the last day, except with two different extreme outcomes. or were they different? two years apart. you grew up and i stayed the same. it's the same walkway i avoid heading to every single day, taking a beat around the bush.
all my life i never thought the word "accustomed" could mean anything but the good. i become accustomed to the new school, accustomed to the canteen food, accustomed to the nervous butterflies before every match. now, i'm accustomed to this. what's this? how to even begin. it starts from the civil war inside, and stretches to the walks head-down, kicking gravel back and forth hoping it'd disappear so i know that it's possible to disappear.
ytd i had my day turned arnd. whatever happened yesterday, was truly a miracle, and for that i'm thankful.
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