left behind

and yet, as the role-play went on, i couldn't help but feel weird about the room. it has changed, of course. in fact, nothing is as it used to be. except the desk: being not the same, it's exactly on the same place, where we used to hear system of a down endlessly. and the balcony of the wild nights, and the red light. everything changed, and yet everything has her trace, like a faint scent that three years were not enough to erase. it's funny to think about it, now that the world has gone mad and our lives went so different, so distant. i remember the last time i was there, when i left forever, thinking it would be the last time i'd be seeing that room. i was wrong, even though the situation changed so much. and it makes me wonder: how's it gonna be now?