Time and time again, I tried to be friends with the people of yesteryears. Nope, i'm not talking old people. I'm talking about people that i lost in touch with for more than 2 years.
Like I said, i tried to be friends with the people of yesteryears. After all, it is I who committed the wrongs. The wrongs that were in secrets. The wrongs that were not to them. The wrongs that were supposed to be secrets. The wrongs that were supposed to be shared with those others, yet those others don't want to . The wrongs and its price that I alone bear.
As those 125 sunrises and sunsets come, the efforts are there. The greetings of "Hi" and "Hello" are heard because of that baritone voice. The chase to shake someone's hands, the stay until almost the last person is gone, the smile, the roaming around, the efforts are there. There are some successes, but mostly, it's like wind talking.
At times tempted to move away, to go back to the place called NEW. The NEW that adopted you. The NEW that knows your every weakness. Yet, the NEW who entrusted you. The NEW who truly knows who you are and what you can become. The NEW who listens to your sensibleness. The NEW is a very modest and simple place. Still though, one cannot return to the place called NEW.
Thus, I stay at the people of yesteryears. Why stay? The NEW promises you trust. The NEW promises you a new post. The NEW is just near you.
Why stay with the people of yesteryears? Most don't even know you. Most don't even truly understand you, even if you try to make them understand. Why stay with the people of yesteryears?
Hope. Faith. Love.