i believe nostalgia will be the downfall of us all.

everything seems so real now.
i'm teetering on my last days of my old life
i'm caught up in the heat of everything
it's a powerful thing you know:
to recognize and correct.
but it's so hard to do
when my whole life is on my chest.


i caught fire one summer day
and haven't burnt out since
one day i'll learn to love
just crest and fall
repeat
and do it again
i've lost myself and want to find anew.