2015-06-19 - 5:17 p.m.
feeling a loss
of something
of time
youth
missing things
people
places
that sense of self
of selflessness
mourning something
this time of year
always makes me think
of you.
loaded
but hopeful
quiet
but reassured
somehow.
wish there was a way
but there is not
there is not
how i wish there were ways.
it landed here
all of it
the angst
the sorrow
the time of regret.
such a strange time
a precipice
in between
like i've been there before
and don't want to go back
but find myself longing
still.
such a strange time
still.
