Let it rain, Let it pour

"Did you come here to dance?
Whats in your glass?
Do you feel better?

Let it rain, Let it pour
Hallelujah"
- Let It Rain, Ok Go


So the past has caught on, didn't ask for my permission. It's been a habit of mine to come to a place, develop something - good or bad - then swiftly take my leave, without bringing with me much of the will-be-history.

And how I changed, with every new destination I ended up in. Or rather, how I became more of myself.
How the mutilated and twisted-against-its-own-will branches straighten out and slowly grow back to their natural forms, as much as they could.
How the inner truth slowly uncover itself.

And how will part of the history, once caught on, react to the new truth.
Only time could tell.

By the way... it's 2007.