Thrown back on familiar grounds.

Here I am back in Singapore.

Things are familiar.

Too familiar.



As what I expected, coming back brings back unwelcome memories too. The "me" I grew into when I was in stockholm is translucent now.

I feel me, both new and old. Two beings stuck in a body, in a dimension.

I start to question my self-worth again. I start to peek at his house again. I start at every sound that reminds me of his bicycle/skateboard whizzing past my house.

On spotify I find myself listening to Bloom more than I should.

My heart is aching more than it should.

Damn you, Ian Tantono