Reminiscing old, long-lost memories
that we once lived for,
is like pressing on bruises
that are not yet healed.
The bittersweet pain of our reverie,
seeks to mingle
with the weary, blurred lines
of the so-called 'peace'
we've come to accept.
Maybe it’s not the silence
or the yearning for what's long gone,
but the desire to at least,
for once, feel something
in this slow-burning,
hope-filled fever dream.
It seemed to go on forever, yet I still woke up.
