Nothing endures but change.

And so it is, that my familiar friend has come to settle upon me, once again. Silently arriving on Winter's breath, with season's greetings. A wish, if I may, for tomorrow.

Half a year. Gone, like sand in the hands of an eager child desperate to hold on to that beautiful thing she did not yet understand - flowing faster, everytime she tightened her grasp.

I'm moving back home in a couple of weeks. Spent the weekend painting my room a new shade of green, in the hope that it may calm frayed nerves and soothe old wounds. Fact is, perhaps we needed that paint. Not the dusty corners, the walls with its spidery cracks, the house - but the family it has sheltered for the past decade.

Yes. Perhaps it is exactly what we need.

AnRu reminisced at 11:51:00 PM.