walking through the city streets
alone,
the sky dark
yet the world aglow
with street lights
and stars alike.
the air is cold
yet warm with presence,
for despite being alone,
there are people all around you.

smelling the ocean air
sand and rocks beneath my feet
many smiling people

i fell for the stars
admiring from afar
their sweet gentle light
pulling me in tight
away from the worries of the world

photographs.
bits of nostalgia you can fit in your pocket,
full of stories and adventures.
rivers where emotions lie,
giving these snapshots meanings.

sweet nostalgia,
coursing through my veins,
filling me up with emotions,
happy,
yet sad
that they're gone,
grasping onto all that's left of them.

i want to tell stories,
but i have no stories to tell,
my mind a dry river,
trying to hold onto what
i have left to remember,
yet not succeeding
as the memories
wash away.

they are not mine.
the emotions
that flow through
the words,
dancing on the page,
running like
a river
in your mind
while in
mine
they are
a dry creek,
faked by
the sound of
the rain.