" old friends at the wall "

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remember all those people you used to walk beside and past in yourhigh school? there is a sort of curiousity within me to find all of the people i once knew, and just see what they're up to. i mean, i know that i'm not the same person as i was in high school, but maybe i am, just older and oddly stranger (in a good way).

there's whispers in the hallways that don't exist anymore, which echo your name in a bright harmony which resides only is ghosts and faintly recollections.

you're standing in front of a wall. there is no getting past this insurmountable monument, because you don't know anything that lies beyond it.

the people that you once knew, and who knew you, traveled beyond this barriar and are now out there in the world somewhere.

there';s a small part of me that just wants to reaffirm that i'm going along this path in a good way, leaving in my wake a positive forwarding sense of the past.

then again, in all reality, to those few hundred others, the "they" and "them" that i would like to reconnect with, i might just be a faint memory of some asian kid that played the guitar down the hallway, when i didn't have any reason to have a guitar. the short guy who wore shants (short pants) and skated every break time and lunch and every day after school, even though i sucked. the kid who wanted everything, and got something else instead.

where are you all? these people that i seek. the people, that due to the lapse of time, i have only the first names of. the eden king, the tara's, the marion's, the sean gates's, the kenneths, the coby's the hanson's the joyce guan's, the everyone out there, living and existing in the blink of a past memory? where is everyone?

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