conflict of interest

and i got up at a wee hour with a bad stomach.
i knew i shouldn't have drank that last cup of beer.
or maybe i'm just overwhelmed by the first day.

i thought we would never grow up. grow up inside.
like our mentality, dream, and love of friends.
everything was so perfect. imperfectly perfect.

but i regret i did not recognize that at that time.
steve would come to pick me up everyday after school.
tim would be always up to a sweet and bizarre plan.

kite on a windy sky, and
last summer and the summer before.
three years ago and then five years back.

i remember and i miss you. i want to be happy.
i want you to be happy and to be in love with your life.
life is chasing me but i just want to take a slow walk.

it's five am and my stomach is better.
8:30 class starts worrying me.
i am not up for this yet. last, one last year.

i think no more.