I have never really been part of the ‘in’ group before.

I remember I am those who are either in the middle or are the social butterflies, fluttering from one group to another. Now I see that with those cool folks that are gone, I am pretty much left alone.

If I am remembered, it is usually those who have made no particular impression on my life. I can be easily forgotten, easily left out, easily faded away. Until some time have passed, then those who have been around me would notice my absence, miss my sound.

There are many more thoughts and memories, stories and emotions that have been stuck in my tired mind for the last few hours.

But they cannot be placed into words like these.