when i was with my friend waiting for her dad, i thought it felt strangely familiar.
when i saw my friend calling her dad, i thought it looked strangely familiar.
when i saw my friend slid into her dad's car, i thought it looked strangely familiar.
when i heard the old canto songs yesterday at JP, i thought it sounded strangely familiar.
when i heard the last song you heard, i knew it was familiar.
far too familiar.
it's the sound of melancholy. and death.

it's not the first time tearing on the bus amongst the crowd. silently.
emotion admist emotions.

i don't know where i'm heading. but once it stops, i know i'll see you.