similar times, places, and things, life always moves in a circle, at least for me, coming back to places i've been before, and left behind, and now come across again thinking, pretending? that it's all brand new, that i don't know how it's going to end, that i pretend to have the foreknowledge of better and brighter things, but it is, a place i've been before, familiar shoes and footsteps, initiality, the places that i've come to fear the most.