thirty-one.

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spacing out.

thoughts
scatter
as i'm
caught
ignoring the
chatter.

hiding
in different
scenarios, and
walking
off to
wander.

i'm
wishing for
and thinking
of the
past all
over again, to

realize
that they
are only
memories
stuck in
my head.

that they
come and
go, for
it has
all happened
before,
and that i'm

yearning
ever so
desperately
to bring
the past
back to life.

-

only to
know
that it
repeats again
and again.

not to
mention
that they
will never
feel the
same, as i

eventually
snapped
out of the
fictional
world i was
just in.

-l
10.28.2018
7:17 p.m.

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