solace || poetry

sixty four

and there's something so cruel about time
never being able to go back and be 16 again
to never see the people and live the experiences that you once did
it's so harrowing
how every moment all i wished to be was older
and now time flies in a way that i can't seem to grasp what's going on around me before the moment's already gone
i can't help but feel as if i stand in the shadows as my life passes before my very eyes
and all i can do is think about how i would have lived yesterday differently