Yesterday.

Yesterday was a tuesday. One class in the morning, one class in the afternoon. Nothing unusual, nothing to talk about. Yet, as I sat in class, I looked out, and suddenly, I felt I was some place else. I remembered a line, 'for a psycho, words become things and get imaginerised'. I felt I was no longer Here. The heat, the smell of the garden outside, the topic of discussion, I felt I would walk out and be There.

And then I realised it will soon be a year since I left that place. I looked down at my book and realised so much has changed. Suddenly it came crashing down. Crash is a harsh word, it came gliding down?

The party last night and the late night walk. What will I do when I go back?

Today, I woke up and listened to some Porcupine Tree. The song that's playing in the background is 'Glass Arm Shattering'

Feeling all your touching
Feeling all your blood
Feeling all your touching
Feeling all your love

Seen it through a windscreen
Seen it through the glass
Seen it in a bad dream
Seen it in your heart.

It's so sad.

Sometimes you don't feel what you are expected to feel.