宵闇

For some reason, I feel like my chest is about to burst. There's a torrent of emotions wanting to get out, but I don't know how to let them off.

I met some people from the days where I used to not care of anything else but that accursed hobby. I was overwhelmed by the sheer number of people and decided to get away as soon as possible. The fact that my presence didn't make any impact doesn't concern me at all. What surprised me a lot is seeing all those old friends in a different way than before.

Why are most of them wearing masks? I don't remember since when I stopped seeing them, but now they seem like strangers that I met for the first time.

I felt betrayed. I felt disgusted. They were not supposed to change, but there they are; sporting the same haircut and branded T-shirts. Since when do we all adhere to the same norm that define those people that we used to hate? I thought we were better than that, but in the end, we were just enjoying the moment of rebellion against the iron-clad rules.

I don't have much to say for now, but this feeling that presses against my rib-cage... I do not know how to make it go away.