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Bleeding Through - Trail of Seclusion
Heard from an old neighbor that my old house has finally been occupied (Not by disgruntled protesters, but by a family). I wonder if all the emotions that were lived in my room will seep out of the walls and make contact with the member that sleeps in it. I couldn’t tell you everything that happened in there and even if I started I’d just be repeating myself. I’d like to think that a part of me still remains there, though. A lingering presence of youth, death metal, cologne, warm bodies… maybe.
It is a sick coincidence, that out of all the people in this world, our paths would bring us here. Our entire existence has been leading us to this moment; every step, every choice, has molded our destiny into bringing us here. Think of all the people who have influenced you for better or worse- there was a time when they were nonexistent in our memory. No face, happiness, or pain to attach to a name. What were they doing? What were you doing? What did you do that brought you together?
On a personal level, I ask- what if my family had never left Mexico? What if instead of Georgia, another state? What of the people I love now? I’d have never met them. I wouldn’t have the life I do. Another me in another place. Our ideas, beliefs, are just products of our surroundings. What could be better? What could be worse? What if we are something another us would hate? Our ex lives turned to next times.
