once again, my blog has been saved by the genius of kirsten. there is now a nice pleasant song on my blog that does not jump out at you in the middle of the night when you're trying to surf quietly.

very relevant song, especially now when we're all parting ways, and really, everybody's changing and i don't feel the same.
i'm changing too, much as i hate to, much as i don't want to grow up, it's inevitable. placed in a new environment, the most basic of instincts will subconciously mould you into a new person, a person more suited for the environment you're in. much as everyone misses their old environment, we can never really return to it. like a bird caught from the wild into captivity, it will definitely miss the days of flitting freely in the woods, but should it be released back to the wilderness, it would have lost some of its survival instincts, having traded them for the ability to perhaps say hello, or the instinct to hop towards the food basin when a human approaches. it will no longer know how to avoid hunters, instead, it might even approach the hunter for food. like the animals, we have been forced under circumstances to change some of our habits, but we will inevitably miss the times we used to have, and sorrow that such times will never return, because good things usually pass us once, never to return.

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11:28 PM