Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're black, white, beige, chola descent
You're lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
'Cause baby, you were born this way
Walk Home
June 20, 2008i walked my way home again today, and it wasn’t as easy as i expected it to be. i didn’t just walk home. i realized that i walked home - alone.
all too suddenly, the memories that i have burried away in forgetfulness came to haunt me once more. your innocent face came into remembrance, oh, so easily. i have laboured for years to figure out a way to erase you completely. but here you are - still alive inside me.
i looked afar and saw the exhausted sun set on the west, and i stopped to watch it disappear behind the tall buildings. it has been another day that i spent without you.
it was already dark and the street lights were on. people were walking past me, rushing, cabs were blowing their horns, heavy traffic on the streets, and some stores and establishments were beginning to close. i was in the middle of all the people, the activities, the lights and the noise. but i felt so separated - so alone.
why have i chosen to walk home today, anyway? to be honest, i never really liked walking home! then i remembered. it has been over three years ago when you asked me if we could walk home together. i hesitated and at first and didnt appreciate the idea. but then, i thought to myself that, after all, you were with me and so it was worth the tired feet. it was during those walk-home times that we both had so much fun: i laughed, i hollered, i danced, clapped my hands, sang and jumped around. it was through those walk-homes that we learned to love each other and finally said “i love you.” then suddenly, three years ago, i started to home again… alone.
i shook all those bitter memories away, pressed on and took timid steps to overcome the long road ahead that, once upon a time, we both treaded. you have forgotten me. i must forget you too.
