What do you mean, the past?

[janestarz]

It’s weird being back in this house. My old room. Two by three-half metres. The sheets are the ones I picked, seven years ago at some store just after the divorce.
I almost didn’t recognize the neighbourhood as I was driving through it. Detty picked me up at the trainstation. The Cement Suburbs. *Nods*

All these small details I forgot about his house. I remember them now I’ve seen them again.
We drank wine at dinner and talked about leisure-time-stuff. Larp. Music. Past? Have we a past? Well, let’s not talk about that dear. Come, have more food.
Directly after dinner we had coffee and my father and stepmom ate a pound of chocolate together. With nuts. Right after dinner.

Then they watched a movie while I beat Raphael at Need For Speed III. He only won two or three races while we did all courses. When I drive Bugatti, I can’t lose!

They went to bed, we internetted. Tomorrow we’ll go to Amsterdam.

Lets’not talk about the past
Even though nothing has changed
Really no, stay a while
Have some food but don’t tell us
About the past
We’ve been trying to forget

I’m just filled with emotions from inside and I really don’t know whom to talk to. These walls breathe memories too.
Dreamscape now. Maybe I’ll succeed.