A.M Thoughts

Nostalgia

The walls remember the nights where strange silhouettes would roam.
An unknown scent fills my space, how could the smell of death and new beginnings co-exist?

Resentment is etched on my face as I wonder where it went wrong.
Cigarette smoke and wine take it all away momentarily.

I sat on the sand and stared at the little kids playing innocently, building castles I've built before.

Nostalgia