Sometimes when you wake up, your dark room illuminated with sunlight peeking through your curtains that yet have to be drawn- you feel your self suddenly hit with nostalgia.
It's all you can do to not drown under the waves of so many emotions you can't identify. Your memories sketch themselves in your soul. Forcing you to never let go of once upon a times, and what ifs. You find yourself desperately wishing for a time machine. You miss everything from the dim lights, to the bright sun, the crisp breeze, the white noise of the shrieking laughter, to the crazy memories that are all nothing,
nothing but memories.
And your heart hurts.
It hurts to remember.
YOU ARE READING
Void.
RandomPoetry & extracts from books I'll never write. This traumatizing collection of extracts were written when I was 12 - don't say I didn't warn ya'll.
