Drops of nostalgy
It’s raining. Outside, not in me. Inside, only scattered thoughts of the way I used to be. Remainings of the feelings I once felt. How I felt complete, understood, happy beyond happinness. The world was then an endless place where we could make our dreams come true.
Today, I’m only half of me. Cut off from my better self, only the demons in me still stand and fight. I’ve heard that love turns you into a better person, it only woke up the worst in me.
Yes, I miss me. And yes, I miss you.
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How can we turn that process around, to see you smile again?
I hate to see you like that.