severe nostalgia

whilst bored as f**k

sitting in front of the

screen, wanting to

remember better days,

wanting to feel like it

never ended, wanting to

feel young again, wanting

to have the heart stir,

wanting to feel the ears

pang with noise,

wanting to sway in the crowd,

wanting it all to

seem better again &

alive,

oh, so alive---

s/he turns to youtube,

wonderful, blissgiving

youtube,

who stores the footage of said

favorite bands of

yesteryear &

s/he starts to watch & relive,

watch & relive,

pondering how back then

in such a wonderful state of awe,

s/he really didn’t know a thing,

s/he had no idea of just how quick

it would all go away &

becoming jealous of the wandering

youth of today &

becoming spiteful, bitter &

with all those horrible flooding notions,

s/he gets angry at her/his favorite

band, who,

like her/him,

has rotted away as well,

sold out, disappeared & then

pathetically attempted to resurrect &

reinvigorate,

a corpse that was no longer relevant or

energetic, to say the least &

with a 1000 tears blistering inside,

s/he mutter to her/himself in the

deep dark seclusion

of a night spent home in front of the

screen,

“this, is how i want to remember them…yes,

this is how i want to remember them,”

knowing all to well that

“then,”

is all s/he wants to remember.