this is the first time in years that i’ve longed for the fall , the smell of the fires, the feeling of cold, the sense of remembering that i was alone when i wished i meant to you just how you always meant to me. its gone forever, this feeling always sinking deeper and I vomit, my head spins. what’s a home when everyone who made it one is gone? to whoever it may concern, nostalgias taking it’s turn i’m having trouble breaking into something real. and i’ll risk it all, for a fleeting glimpse of when i felt ten feet tall. so let me tell you where i’m at. i’m at a point where moving forward means that i’m looking back. is this what you want from me? i’ll take these memories, scattered in the corners of my room. i want to remember how to forget that we’ll never get these days back. so here i am i’m stuck i’m fucking trapped.