reliving

Having a quiet evening, spent on the phone with my childhood friend, whom I just got back in contact with a couple of weeks back. As he told his story of leaving that religious organisation we both grew up in, I could not help but reliving my own personal history once again. How similar, familiar it all sounded. As if he had experienced exactly what I had lived through. The only difference being, that he did this maybe ten years ago whereas in my case it has been 26 years now. One could say I wizened up earlier. My heart went out to him as I could tell that he is not really through with the topic and still very troubled at times. But is anyone ever truly over such a thing? Who knows. All I could do tonight was listen.

Adam Greene, Dance with me