Life's Little Games
The World At Large
Two weeks away feels like the whole world should have changed
But I'm home now and things still look the same
I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack, try to forget for one more night that I'm back in my flat
On the road where the cars never stop going through the night
To a life where I can't watch the sunset, I don't have time, I don't have time
Tomorrow's back to work and down to sanity
Should run a bath and then clean up the mess I made before I left here
Try to remind myself that I was happy here before I knew that I could get on a plane and fly away
From the road where the cars never stop going through the night
To a life where I can watch the sunset and take my time, take all our time
Two weeks away, all it takes, to change and turn me around I've fallen
I walked away, and never said, that I wanted to see you again
I've still got sand in my shoes and I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you but why would I want to
I know we said goodbye, anything else would've been confused
But I want to see you again
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It wasn't the lights on the streets, nor the people that swarms around him, nor the cars that honks and beeps as they pass that were different. It was him. He was different. Just two years oversea and he feels like life is nothing that he once knew here.
Things were different this time as he crossed the street, the night litted by the city lights. When he left this place, he left with everything. With his return, he returned to nothing.
He was thirty years of age and yet he had never felt so out of place before as though he was a teenage boy not sure of what he wanted in life. Except, he had everything he wanted. He's successful, he's rich, and he'd loved and lost. He traveled as he had dreamt he would, and he'd learned as much as he can with his travels.
He paused in front of The Basement, a bar, where his friends are waiting his presence to celebrate his return. He hesitated before entering. Who would be there? How many lives have changed in his absence? Were some married, were some successful? Perhaps the real question was... what has changed?
The thing he hated most, was change. And his life was nothing but changes.
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She stared at the documents before her. It was midnight and she was still at work, reading and rereading documents after documents, approving and disapproving suggestions and inputs, renewing and reaffirming appointments.
Her eyes wandered to the door, her longing to leave and go home where the comfort of her bed is. The whole place was dark. At random times, this is the moment where she is spooked out of her mind, but tonight, she was too tired to worry about ghosts.
She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes for a small rest as her mind started to wander. Wander back to the past where life wasn't always about work. Where life didn't mean countless numbers and documents, sleeplesss nights, and pleasing everyone.
Life use to be wonderful. Where papers and exams were the only worries that she had. Where partying every weekend was normal, where dressing up and looking good was crucial, and when dating was possible.
Only two more days she thought. Only two more days and life would get a tiny bit easier, and less hassle, and much less stress.
She sighed. She couldn't help it. Her thoughts wandered back to a few significant people she had once dated. Dating is impoossible lately, and it couldn't help but make her nolstagic about the past.
I wonder what he's doing now is the question in mind. Him. The one that got away.
Life's Little Games
Chapter 2 : As Things Collide
