All these memories are like photographs.
They're always there to stay, like a scar on my mind.
Never changing, never differentiating.
Forever consistently the same.
But looking back to it all now, noticing things I never have before.
Realizing how much has changed as time has passed and dissipated what once was.
Wishing it hadn't led to all this, faded joys and old friends, crumpled romances and painful grievances.
Feeling as if I'd crashed into a steel wall, my fragile heart ripped out by the jaws of nostalgia and reminiscence.
Because what had been now gone and you can't travel back.
It's all dead, lost...gone.
