Past must be, let me guess... past!

Here I am, again, just for the sake of being here, posting.

I don't actually take this blog as a diary. My guideline has been to post only relevant events here, but since the posts avalanche from my last travel, I've been sorta feeling the need to always get Dark Pills up-to-date.

Well, there's nothing actually relevant going on. My life's been quite calm, and the routine's been rather respected.

On the other hand, I must say, Uruguaiana is a very depressing place - you simply can't move on here.

The dark eyes are being mentioned everywhere. It's not nice when your friends know way more than they should.
Such memories should be stored on a very deep dead-archive room of my mind, but people - and I, as well - insist on bringing it up again.

As I said on my last post, I do feel healed of any passionate feelings.
But it's part of me analizing over and over again my last actions, to check if I've actually made good moves. Consequently, when old memories are brought up, I can't help but deliriously thinking about every single thing I've said and done (and haven't said and haven't done, as well).

No, I'm not going crazy.
These are just things I've mentioned for the record.

Unknown dark street

There we were, just me and my creeping past.
Going somewhere I can't remember. Walking through a dreadful unknow dark street.
"We'd better walk fast... It's a dangerous place"
I held the safety arm and tried to run, but I was breathless and completely weak.
I felt in complete danger, but immensely comfortable for looking at those deep dark eyes again.
Other eyes, however, were menacingly sparkling among the shadows. We'd soon be under attack.

Can't say what happened next. Dreams are nothing but a whole mix of pure twisting confusion.

A cup of water to help swallowing that.
"I haven't forgotten you yet"
It's all against my will, but I can't help but squeezing tight every single detail I can remember of that dream.
Maybe that could be our last adventure together - a breathtaking dream of mine.

No matter what... I do feel healed, and do feel like I've turned that light off of my life.
And that's just how it oughts to remain.

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The other fields of my life just keep going.

My new internship is far from exciting, and I still don't actually feel respected there.
Guess it's a question of time till I find my space there.
Despite it all, I'm really enjoying the whole thing... Smells like bubbling, erupting (in a good sense).
I'm eager to learn as much as they can teach me.

Return to anywhere but Oz

Back to my city, not very wished homecoming, however. Not that I don't like Uruguaiana, I really do. I was only having great times at my trip, and one more week definitely wouldn't be bad... Oh, C'mon! Two weeks off were quite enough and pretty fine. I guess that any more than that could pontentially leave me spoiled - and when you have too much of a good thing, all the magic is lost.
Is that an agreement between myself and I? LOL

Nearly disastrous early morning on my first full day, but everything eventually went fine.
I'm still rather sick.

Awaited new activities came by the afternoon, and, well, it all turned out to be quite nice.
No remarkable fact, no nerves, no anxiety... I pretty much think it's maturity growing on me - I'd better never have big expectations on nothing.
Guess I'm gonna have a good time at my new internship.

The following days have been nice, I think.
I feel very useful at PFN, but a bit completely useless at the new internship. Well, I haven't expected to take all possible charges right on the first week, have I? LOL. Luxer says relax.

I'm also getting used to Uruguaiana's rhythm again, and my sickness is almost all-gone by now.
Even the heat has been way less intense... Is the city trying to be a bit more gentle with me?
Hope so.

It's raining today, and I've taken an inevitable rain bath. It's a nice soul-cleaning activity, just not as immensely effective and magic as the ocean, but it's got its catch. =)

The only shame is that I've only been using my free time to retrieve lost sleep or to have useless fun... I've got SO many SERIOUS things to do, and I don't know how to convince myself about this.

Anyway, nice week, after all.

Cheers!