this room is dusty, and the conservationist in me refuses to switch on the light,so all im getting is a mere stream from the window.i can hear squels from american idol replay in the hall.dusty dusty, so is my mind actually, memories getting caked with dust already, when it's only been not more than half a year. Growing up is a fast process, not one that i enjoy partaking but it's not as if we have a choice anyway.Yet, when i glance behind some are still in the comfortable ride of happiness, ignorance..it's not that i'm not happy, i am...well i'm not happy but i'm not upset either.& truth be told i am scared, that along with the memories caked with dust, right smack in the middle, there you'll find me just lying there part of the memories, too ignorant to let them go, so who am i right now when the real me is but a mere memory?not sure really, just someone who almost forgot how loud he could laugh,just waking up doing the usual routines, excuse me but really, since when did i do routines?i'm just merely existing at this point of time,& i would never have thought myself to be like this at all.

digressing..