Nostalgia - Adrian Gabardo

Today I remembered,

that old place I used to sleep in,

those four white walls within I used to reside,

much alike the ones where my eyes shall close tonight.

I remembered,

the feeling of misplacement I used to feel,

the melancholy that runned through my veins,

rotting me inside.

Why do I remember?

Why have I forgotten the summer?

Is it because winter's nearing?

I feel the cold slowly freezing my feet.

I don't want to feel this,

I don't want to be eager to run away from this world,

I wish to stay, I wish to leave,

my brain must enjoy this schism on which I live.

The smile is forced on my face,

I try to keep it,

but at the end of the day,

these white walls turn grey,

this rainbow on which I exist turns into a black hole.

For you have seen my tears,

you have caught a glimpse of my happiness,

you know there is more to it,

than a simple "yes."

The nostalgia floods my soul,

the memories of green and the sights of red,

make me laugh, make me sad,

maybe I'm just turning to dust,

clinging to my past.