29AM (revive)

stage

I came to watch a play today

and standing on the stage was my old memories.

maybe in another universe, I would be up on that same stage, 

whispering conversations as the acts passed by.

i was confronted with the idea, of still being the same person I once was, 

before I had changed into what I am now.

i think of those old days,

where we would perform together,

recite our lines to a play we could never perform.

maybe it is an act of my own to think I do not miss it all

the old friendships, the person I was.

the lights, shining down on me.

The play itself was interesting, yet I couldn't peel my eyes off of you.