Outside Outside there are no dishes Only breeze and trees and all Outside there are no tensions Of relationships that call No stale scents of leftover cooking  Only fresh wafting out  Outside there are no dishes I guess  That's why I went out   I didn't know till I came in What I was leaving for Screens too loud too bright Place too cramped door to door Summer stuffy, evening cooped   So, round I went, on my lone But lonely I was not The breeze was cool, the sights were still, the smells so fresh and free As on my lone I remembered the timeless longing I have to be Out On a summer evening, gulping it all in  Since I've been seven...(or, likely, before)   Back then, though, I didn't know: That outside there are no dishes So, <now>, I'll most certainly be going out lots more           

This place we called "The Courtyard", right? I'm not sitting with a big piece of paper, although that'd be cool, wouldn't it? Just protecting anonymity! Guys in the background though, you'll have to deal! You were among The Popular ones, though, so pretty sure you can handle it.    Would you go back to high school if you could? Some people dream about it. Maybe they'd go back with their new knowledge, new confidence, better choices! Me? Once is enough! In fact, I haven't even gone to my reunions so far. Maybe for the 30th?! Anyway, this topic has been on my mind lately, probably because I keep getting new fb friends from high school, or seeing suggestions for them. When I see people on here I haven't seen for a long time, I notice a few things: sometimes my memory of them is really sharp as in I can picture them I can hear them I can think of an anecdote or more I can associate them with others and sort of group them ... all the way to it's rea...