nostalgia for a time i've never known chills me to my core, and i'm left with what? the rumble of a car engine, pattering rain drops, and a memory of your voice? grainy television sets and spotty radio signals lend way to a time i see only in daydreams and fake memories, and i can see you everywhere i look. i see a world where nothing matters but us and our concrete sunsets and our breath painting constellations in the air, where everything is simplistic, and beautiful, and i see a smile that tells stories i dream of kissing free.