what dreams may come...

okay i admit, i'm a nostalgic guy

i can't say that i'm a master of remembering the details of the past but maybe thats why it's so easy for me to be nostalgic, because i can forget all the things that are bad about something i used to adore so that in the end, i yearn for what once was.

sometimes i forget too fast and think i adore something when it's merely a passing infatuation. ahhh....the brash mistakes of the youth, i may not be that young, but i sure know how to live like i am.

in some ways i'm like dorian gray, minus the destructive tendencies and of course, dashingly good looks. i can see how we are similar though, how we are both attracted to the corrupt yet we are both naturally good in our cores.

still, i am losing my focus here. i write this because of a dream.

it is a reoccurring dream i have. it comes and goes at it's own fancy, and i may go weeks or months without having it, but when i least expect it this dream pounces on me in my sleep and leaves me yearning when i wake.

because you see, i'm very nostalgic = /

flowers bloom

after the rain the roads are muddy and there's puddles everywhere
and we clearly see, the footsteps in this journey through this life we lead
and i try to fight this loneliness
but the tears make it so hard to see
even through the scars and memories
i won't forget you and me
so radiantly shining through
the horizon as it rises high
and the wind carries this star, beneath the memories

歸零

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