Everyone of us keeps theirs in a very special way.

Someone remembers feelings,
others remember landscape, or music, colours, or anything that invokes feelings.
And finally, some only remember cold facts.

Me, I see my surroundings.
There is a song, that when I play,
A flat resembles in front of my eyes.
There is a huge bookcase on the wall. The books are green, or blue.
Then there is the table, covered with a bright orange sheet.
Other things are mostly bleak, only these things really shine, stand out.

Another memory; another song.
It is night, I am sitting in a bus.
Leaning my head against the window.
The outside is dark blue, blurred.
Drops of rain on the outer side of window.
The colours are dark and shiny.
The roof of the bus above the aisle is dark red, maybe violet.
Two lines of blue neon lights go through the aisle.
The seat before me is of dark pink, covered with lines of blue, cyan, purple, red, orange.
And everything; as dark as it appears; feels full of hope.
That's what the music does.
And my mates all around me.
It's deep into the night.
We are going on a trip to Great Britain.
We are 13. We don't speak English so great, so it's a big adventure.
And everyone is very alive. Sorta feeling the moment, you know?

That's what matters.

The night

I love the night.

The calm serenity of the night.
The air and the breeze of night in the city.
The forgiving dark.

There is no such thing as good or bad...

...there is just ordinary and special.

And today, I believe, was special.

My headaches are killing me. I fear that I have some kind of migraine.
On the other hand, my dance class today was just...something.

I see now, why people enjoy country dances.
And,
the most important part of the evening,
that didn't really seem important, but is important to me.

"Would you dance with me if [her usual dancing mate, who is also my gay friend] won't come?"

Maybe, I was just the nearest guy.
But, I hope, it meant something, at least.

Did you ever feel "elephantine" in your conversations?

The stream of relationships is so complicated that sometimes you find out something you've said might have hurt someone, because of a reason you didn't know back then.

It's awkward when that happens.
Problem with these situations is such;
No one should be blamed.
But it's logical you will be blamed.
And you can't really say anything in your defense.
'cept that you were drunk.

Which is the truth this time.

-"So, you're smoking, then."

-"No, I wouldn't say that. I'm just trying it"

-"Oh, right, same with me."

...

"And I'm pretty successful with that so far."

I'd rather not give a comment. Just enjoy the awesomeness.