Yesterday’s Echo By: theoathkeeper The wind softly blew the white curtains, revealing the smiling faces of my life’s best comrades. Unlike the cold breeze of the night, which sent shivers down my spine, the air with them was warm, enveloping me like a comforting blanket. Their laughter reverberated on all the corners of the room, painting a smile on my lips. As Ben & Ben’s song “Ride Home” echoed in the background, we sang it as if it were an oath. Signifying that no matter what happens, home will always be in each other’s arms. Then, like the rays of the blistering morning sun, it dawned on me that my friends and I are all growing up. We all carry different burdens, priorities, and dreams. And for that, I fear the unknown for the bond we have established. What will happen to us in a few years? Will we still laugh and cry with each other as if there’s no tomorrow? Will we still like the songs we used to listen to on our way back home? Thoughts about our future seems like a never-ending spiral.
Photo by: Lance Joshua Satojito
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