hotel dining room 9:30pm

can u tell im nostalgic?

I think back, back to that time.

That time when my mind was almost as foggy

As bathroom windows after you take a shower.

The air felt heavy, warm, grounding,

I remember walking through blurred corridors,

With half-open eyes,

Half-closed fists,

I didn’t know then, what I know now.

Those were the sweetest days,

When I was still the sweetest girl.

When my heart was still soft, moldable,

When my eyes only hurt from looking at the sun for too long.

When my gums only bled from the ripeness of it all.

Author's Note

what do you think?

Reviews

[willweb]

Once again your style of writing, you phrasing, the themes are what draws me in. I liked this a lot.

[ana]

thank you so much!! im glad you enjoyed two of my pieces :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is tinged with sadness and sweetness. There is a palpable sense of regret and loss. Sadly, we all must grow up and face the loss of our innocence with dismay. I tell my girls they may have to grow up but they never have to grow "away"; that I'm always here for them, no matter what. I never grew "up" myself. I just grew old and tired and worn out. But I'm just a kid at heart, still full of wonder and starry-eyed romanticism. I see magic everywhere I turn and beauty in simplicity. I enjoyed the read. Hold on to your sweetest memories. You can pull them out like fireflies from your pocket when the night grows too dark.