If I can't live in the present, I'll live in the past.

[neonblue]

I read a whole bunch of books today by an author that I used to love when I was younger, and it got me into a really excited/nostalgic sort of melancholy. Sometimes I feel like more than half of me is still stuck somewhere in the middle of teenage angst, and I often feel like I'm the only one who believes that yesterday was so much sweeter than today. But maybe that's just because my tongue has grown sour.

Over the last few years, I feel like I've been forgotten many times, but I don't really mind.



Breeze

it's only for a moment
in a moment
that I see you close your eyes

and softly, that peaceful smile
flashes by so swiftly
before it shifts and disappears.

it was only for one moment
for a lingering touch
that I felt you

and caressed, lingering a while
before I quietly left
like I never was really there.

it may seem like a mere,
fleeting
moment
but know that I'm always here.

knowing that while my touch is felt,
never
ever
will I feel myself be held.

I am like the breeze.