Behind Your Backs

Behind Your Backs


a fine snap by folkstar.

my housemate theresa has graduated and is leaving for home tonight. such is the life of international students, you grow roots, you uproot them hoping to transplant yourself back into native soil. hoping that time has not changed the familiarity of our mundane existence.

but the time that passes by is dynamic and always changing. people grow up, buildings fall down. it moves in circles and there is release from new bondages.

and tomorrow, when i wake up, a housemate and dear friend would have returned, and things will never be the same again. everyday, something changes, and it would be foolish to wish it were yesterday.