Apr 2021
In the far hours of the night,
I stare at the ceiling
contemplating my life
the tugging nostalgia can never last,
but I cling to it -
Because I'm only ever happy in the past.
I stare at the ceiling
contemplating my life
the tugging nostalgia can never last,
but I cling to it -
Because I'm only ever happy in the past.
Because I'm all for that existential cringe
