of a damp basketball court.

Im sorry if you guys have been checking back here just to find that i havent updated..

I made a promise to myself to only blog after it had hit me that 2 of my friends are no longer in the same country as i am..

So,

Here i am writing this because i know that the next year will be a bit different … some things i cant say, some things i cant do and even if i can it wouldn’t feel the same.

After coming back today, i noticed a puddleful basketball court, the same basketball court that i first visited my first day at my new home.

The air was different and it wasnt the rain that stopped 20 minutes ago or the ball that was kinda lacked of air.. its just a moment of sheer poetry.. It was loss, new beginnings, friendship and even a hint of hunger.

My fingers talked with the ball and walked past the damp air and not until i took  a sit i just realised that i have been back to the start.

The start that i once wanted but until now never realised that i didnt actually like it.

I headed home and at least now something familiar would bolster me and it did.

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