unfold
i am drunk, as most nights often i find myself. painfully, my nostalgia has been pressing on my heart. this may be my midlife crisis at my young age. i fear my story may be short. i have regressed, my descent into what i was in the year 2005. i find peace on the deck of a home, staring out into the night with an ember burning at the end of my breath. that summer we all remember so well.