I’ve been away for a long time I know. I’ve distanced myself from my cyber world in fake hope that I am running into the future and need to enjoy it thoroughly. I started the year of 2009 in the way that I would never even dream of starting. The days that came after were totally different from anything I ever experienced. I learned a lot. I realized even more. I was so preoccupied with present that I forgot that the fairy tale would eventually come to an end. And I will have to face the rain of my shiny happiness. So yeah, we were running to the future and we found each other in our past again. I don’t know where was the point in all of that. Our lives were full of promise but the good things never last. 

And so here I am, again, struggling, being absolutely vague cuz I have to censor myself in case I’d be stalked. Nothing and nobody has the right to make me censor myself. So beware. 

Anyways, while I was away, I visited many places, I got back to school recharged and now trying to keep the amount of energy I again felt but lost for a while yesterday. It’s gonna be tough 115 days of my life. And I hope I’ll find my peace after that.

My first official post in the year of 2009 has found its theme. Nostalgia. It was brought to me by Dave Gahan (lead singer of Depeche Mode) and his song Nostalgia made for the project titled “Mirror”.

Depeche Mode surely have perfect lyrics. This song is one of them. Besides lyrics, I am adding the text on the Mirror webpage since I find it intriguing. 

When you see MIRROR, MIRROR entertains you. No One wants to hurt you anymore. This feeling of wonderment at your own memories, so akin to melancholy, is it’s gift to you. And then it doesn’t hurt anymore.
These days there are so many ways to hurt. The bees are leaving and I think I know why. Memories are lighter than air. Floating past this atmosphere, just as we will. Try and remember how you loved the crisp air on a clear fall day. We are following you into your own memory. And there is something there that wants to hurt you. Let it out. Let it breathe awhile.

NOSTALGIA 
As a thirst becomes a sickness 
And desire is all you feel 
A photograph that made us laugh 
Now your skin has such a thickness 
That you can’t tell what is real 
Anymore 
It’s a feeling like nostalgia 
Keeps me turning back to you 
And a feeling like nostalgia 
For the dreams that we once knew 
If you’re feeling like 
What we were feeling is through 
Why do I feel nostalgia? 
Why do I feel nostalgia? 
Like you 
We were running to the future 
When we fell into the past 
A memory 
When our lives seemed full of promise 
Oh, but good things never last 
It seems to me 
It’s a feeling like nostalgia 
Keeps me turning back to you 
And a feeling like nostalgia 
For the dreams that we once knew 
If you’re feeling like 
What we were feeling is through 
Why do I feel nostalgia? 
Why do I feel nostalgia? 
Like you 
If you’re feeling like 
What we were feeling is through 
Why do I feel nostalgia? 
Why do I feel nostalgia? 
Like you